“And
the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the
risk it took to blossom.” ― Anaïs Nin
I
was the bud
of
my death…
Fear
wrapped
to
a stem of longing
I
spoke of dreams
and
what could be
until
I became numb
to
my own deceit.
I
painted shadows
with
bright words
thinking
they would
lure
my will to step
into
doing.
Hell
was the precipice of almost
where
I felt each crushed petal
of
poetry starting to whither
before
it could bloom…..
Then
came an ordinary day
turned
upside down
by
my last breath of no.
I
surrendered my fist held verses
to
the eyes of another and
released
my spirit to blossom.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
The above quote by Anais Nin spoke right to the place I found myself in before I decided to let others read my poetry. I still feel that inclination on occasion to slip back into the budding, but it is the writing, sharing and blessing of reading such talented writers that keeps the bloom on my pen.
Comments
Love the power in your turning point subtle yet strong.
Have a nice Sunday
much love...
Luv, K
where I felt each crushed petal
of poetry starting to whither
before it could bloom…..
"sounds like music murdered before it's composed?"
This feel like a damn waiting to burst,
To find the power within - to say "NO!" … is truly a blessing as many never get close. I'm glad you found it. A powerful poem.
ERGB
Fabulous line, Susie, in an amazing piece. I have been blown away by the potent feminine voice.