My Words

Written February 17, 2005, a prolific writing day. How I love those!

Some days,
It just comes in spurts like that,
With fragmented imagery of
Artwork or black cats.
I never know exactly when inspiration or
Creative “overflowation” will occur,
Turning a blank page
Into a chicken scratch of far-flung words.
But I won’t complain.
Neither will I damn it up anymore,
Allowing fear to keep me still
When there’s e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g to explore.
I have made a commitment
To utterly value what I write,
Even if it doesn’t touch others
With its rare and curious insight …
No.
Now I begin to write for me alone,
Appreciating praise, but more valuing
A sense of accomplishment
When it’s all said and done.