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. Usually I am accustomed to being a part of the writing that is given to family members as a gift, since I am known for my ability to compose a poem under time constraints. This time I bowed out gracefully, though it hurt. I am grateful for this blog- a chance to write and share my thoughts for those who are keen to read them. I will not be silenced by the ignorant or the unkind!