what permission do you crave?
in what ways are you desperate to have your humanity named?
to be wild, free, alive.. these are the things you crave. these are the things you’re grasping for.
you crave poetry, because poetry attempts to name that which is out of reach.
you remember a time when you yourself were a poet
and what you mean by this is,
there was a bit there, weeks to a month
when you’d wake up before the sunrise
lay a blanket down
and reach poetry
until you felt the Spirit move you
to create your own.
now, those days feel long gone. and all you know, all you can remember is the grasping.
is winter always this hard? enchantment so inaccessible..
where can i find the poetry again?
to reawaken me to life.