She hath wings

Tonight I tried to write a poem and all I could think of were the things I shouldn’t say. Sometimes it is in the process of writing from the heart that we realise how much pain we have stuffed down deep inside. Only when I wrote the unfiltered thoughts and discarded them could I find some more helpful things to say. I knew I couldn’t fool myself- the writing would be mechanical at best. Sometimes others try to tell us how to write and stifle our creativity. They think it is absolute arrogance that we should ignore their unhelpful opinions. It’s okay to offer suggestions, but when the words cripple our writing hand, I think they are best left unsaid. The writing will only flow when love is unincumbered and there is space to think and feel. I’m grateful for when the words come easily and my heart is open again.

First written 14.10.22

Edited 27.7.26