In a conversation with writer friends, I got an insight into how I and my writing offer hope to others.
My gift, if you will, my strength, certainly, is being able to sit in the dark with others. I have not had a bad life, but bad things have happened. I am not a stranger to pain, but it has not consumed me. I have survived, and I am willing to reach my arm back into the pit.
If that’s where you’re sitting, you’re not alone.
To celebrate national poetry month, I wanted to play with that form a bit because it’s something I rarely do. It’s outside of my comfort zone to share my faltering attempts with the world, but sometimes that’s just what we need.
Writing poetry for me is reaching for something I cannot grasp. If you’re feeling the same way, I hope this helps:
give you one
thing, it is this:
You Are Not Alone.
I am here