In the wee hours of the night, while everything is still and I have a chance to think, or cry this is when I'm the most creative. Words of creativity come from my pains, my joys, and my tears. The pain that life brings, births a creation so special within me. Life has a way of bringing out what was once dormant or buried in you. I can't seem to figure out why that is. Sometimes I get into a space and allow myself to open up and create beauty from within. In my place of hiding are some of my best pieces. Sometimes I feel as if I should stay there. Maybe because I can hear my thoughts and feel the weight and power of my words. It amazes me when I see what comes out of me after I complete a written piece.
Tears that I allow to fall freely
Seeing each drop as an opportunity to heal
Words spoken broke me to a kneel
That I couldn't see myself coming up from
I do know my tears are being collected
Being evaporated to be used for the rains tomorrow
To cool off from the heatwave that I have brewing in me
From the knife words that cut deep into my side
Got to get it together though, so I can heal completely from the sorrow that Water has caused.
For it is written death and life are in the power of the tongue
But for now, I will allow water to water the seeds of positivity that was given to me and bring forth creativity...🌹
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Inspiring piece!
Thank you for reading. What was inspiring about it? If you don't mind sharing. 🌹
The many states of water. How it can be both an expression of joy, or pain. How it can evaporate, or condense. How it can rain, or pool. How it is life, but can cause death. Water is amazing. And how even the Christian deity lays claim to it’s properties as the Living Water. And how words can wound or heal but even that contains water, because a completely dry mouth won’t speak.
Wow, thank you for sharing this. This was very well said. 🌹
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