“Get into the habit of writing,” they say,
So I will.
And yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of brainblock,
I shall fear not my words.
Those nuggets of wonder,
That, plucked out from under the bushel of my mind,
Have the power to blind me with their versatility,
And from me they fight,
Claw desperately to light.
And whether or not they say what I mean,
Or I mean what I say,
My words cannot be pushed back for one more day.
“We are here!” they cry.
And here they’ll stay.
I’ve always been afraid of putting pen to paper; writing poetry leaves me feeling vulnerable and exposed! Last week, through a strange turn of events, I found myself at an open mic poetry night and the floodgates opened. This poem and my blog are the result of that night and are dedicated, with thanks, to Emma and the creative writing crew who gave me the confidence to put pen to paper at long last.