“I need to write!” I yelled.
but the writing gods did not respond
I played the piano, trying to think of a good story
but none came to me.
Knowing where to dig, is not enough
excitement, is an ingredient, in your creative soup
You have to get excited, about discovering, what’s hidden
Writing can’t be your life
because your life must be wrong, and so right
Curiosity and Creativity are lovers
Set them up on a date, stoke their passions
and candle light
and you still might not get, the chemistry just right, to write
If you write to make a statement beyond black ink
you aren’t ready
Writing is a mythical creature, found in the dark forest
It’s the only magic I know
People have told me, it’s not practical
or I’m doing my real life harm, when I live in my imagination
but they don’t know what writing is
Anything worth doing, requires fairy dust
Otherwise, we become mechanical
and with enough reason, we realize
a city, is a city
and not a place with magical lights
a golf course is a field, with flags and holes
and nothing can be accomplished there, but drunkenness
So, where do we get our fairy dust from?
Friends–the ones who can’t be bought, and tell us
who we really are
Magic, has to be found
like love, for the first time
or a talent, you never knew you had
life isn’t logical or linear
it’s a dark field at night, where fireflies get tossed in the wind, and congregate
To have a life, worth living, requires entrance, into another world
where doors, sometimes, lock you out
because, they don’t yield by command
People who talk about responsibilities and stress
like a badge of status, don’t believe in anything else
It’s easy to neglect other kinds of power
when you think you have it
Writing, is not the sound of a typewriter
or the red, underlined words, of a word processor
Writing, is the world you find, for yourself
and with a choice, you can choose, not to come back
and that’s okay
because most of us, walk away, from doors
and if we walk on through, sometimes, we get locked out
We wonder…is it worth it? Is it time, to join adult life?
but I don’t think so
Magic, can only be known, in this state of mind
It is not the mind of the masses.
It is true power.
Doors will open,
when you write.