thinking out loudA Story by Emily BI've been wandering lost and uninspired for a couple of years now. I joked that my words went away when John did but I'm starting to realize that it is more than that.
An old teacher asked about my volume of poetry and I picked it up and read it before mailing it to her. On every page was a different face. Inspired didn't come from within. It came from a community. My voice is my own and finding it saved my life. But I'm not sure I would have ever found it without the poets and novelists that I met here.
I can remember being a beacon for artists. They would come to me with a fledgling, shaky little idea and by the time they left me it was full grown and ready to take on the world. I could feel their excitement. My being present seemed to make things possible. I miss that. Especially since the inspiration flowed both ways. I was better for it.
My internet situation has been shaky at best the past two years. I have to remedy that. I have to make time to write. Even if it is just something like this. I need to start reading again. There are so many undiscovered poets that I haven't met yet.
Part of the reason I pulled away was self-preservation. That's a story for another day. But everything in me says that I have to step forward and light that beacon again. For my own sake. I will find time to be here every week. Looking forward to it. © 2015 Emily BFeatured Review
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