goldent
Thank you for sharing your poem. ...not just with us...but getting it "out there", as well. very powerful. right on the mark.
And thank you for the reminder that even in the "midst of our messes", creativity is is oh-so important (....even when we are afraid and alone, vulnerable, in utter chaos...the darkest night of the soul) ... it is possibly the one door out of this mess...even if it isnt served on a silver platter by our muse. I poked around in your blog, and am glad I did.
Like so many ppl here on this site, Cymbalta highjacked my muse within a few months of being on it. It took her, tied her up, gagged her and threw her in a dark dusty corner somewhere. I had a million ideas try to be born, but a complete inability to birth them. By the time I hit the heavy withdrawls, a year later...she was getting free once in a while but resembled a starved cat...wild, with claws extended, and when witnessed by others ...it was with wide eyes and an arched eyebrow. So...I left her there. I could feel her in there squirming around trying to find release, trying to escape in my frantic..."mess"of misspelled words, broken thought patterns and unfinished scetches. But she'd become just another fear to me.
But after reading your blog, I realized she was sitting right next to me on the couch this morning...in the form of my 2 year old grand daughter...complete with white sparkly tutu, messy hair and hello kitty slippers....an exceptionally bright and curious little angel who can be so very messy and often frantic ( the eptiome of the terrible twos)...but who also knows NO fear ...like no other child I have ever seen.
Anyway...thank you.