So, lately...I've been feeling a lot less "inspired" to write...I guess being a soldier will do that to you. Sadly enough I haven't even gotten to the "REAL' Army yet. *smirk* So...whenever I hear a poetic word...A rhyme I like, or have a thought provoking convo (which are few and far between these days...) I have to write SOMETHING so that I don't completely lose that which God gave me to make me human...
She asked me, "Have you ever in your life lost your love for writing?"
Ignoring the irony of the fact that the query was sent in a text, I began to examine my own past for evidence of cursing a heaven sent release...
I realized that without writing the rage of the beast within would have destroyed me, God may have begun to ignore me, and all those who love...would much rather deplore me. I ignored the...long explanation and chose to instead give a simple interpretation. I explained that I'd lost inspiration, but never the love. Hoping for more words to be sent from above to one day sustain me...claim me...as opposed to the words I had already used so constantly to maim me...label me...disable me...fables that I thought only HE could see, and still I tried to hide them. Wondering how I could have ignored the pen for so long and ignored the lines that confined my words to give me freedom.
Her gift was telling stories through images. Mine was to give images through stories. Kindred gifts. Separate ways. We parted so simply. Only to reside on the same page...
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