… see I want to write, just not so manic!
Chasing prompts and melting my wings in the sun.
Counting feet, rehearsing forms as I walk.
Constantly coming up with rhymes in my head.
I want to write
because it’s a part of me,
a release for that part of me,
regardless if anyone else reads!
What anyone else says!
I really do want to write,
I don’t want the words to dry up
and send my manic muse scurrying
into whatever hole she hides in
when I’m ‘sane’ again.
I need to make a deal with her.
That I won’t fly too close to the sun,
that I will find a way to keep the words
flowing through my fingers unto the keys
of my computer.
That I won’t forget her and curse her
for ever having existed.
I need to make a deal with myself!
In the wake of the past two months’ madness…
To write when I feel it,
when the words ache in me,
when inspiration strikes –
and it does strike more than once if you listen carefully.
To write when I’m in pain
when I’m happy
when it’s about me
and when it’s not.
I do want to write,
just not so manically!
I don’t want my wings to melt
as I get too close to the sun.