The Art Of Writing

I do not really consider myself a writer,

Not in the same way as I consider myself a woman, a female,

Or as I consider myself a mother, a parent,

It’s more about the words in my head, the need to tell a tale.

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My head spins with useless clutter,

I pick up a pencil or my phone to get it to cease,

I begin to write in a frenzy,

Just looking for a way to release.

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At times the words and sentences don’t feel like they are mine,

I look back at the ideas, the storylines and wonder,

Where did they come from, why was I thinking of that topic,

I’ve no idea because as I wrote it felt more like a trance I was under.

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The words tumble and roll from my brain, to my fingers, to the page,

Rearranging themselves in a resemblance that makes sense,

It’s like I don’t really have any control,

Just a head full of words that spill as my fingers commence.

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I believe there’s a large conduit from me to the ether,

I’m really not much more than a puppet on a string,

The words are fed to me in a word dump and a frenzy,

Causing a basic need to write, throwing words at a page to begin.

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Is it my muse, way out there in the yonder,

Or someone, something else, feeding me each sentence,

There doesn’t seem to be the need for much effort,

As the words roll, causing a relationship between us, a dependence.

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As my head fills to the brim with scattered alphabet,

I find this need, this desperate wish to allow the letters to flow,

I’ll not give them any direction, nor insist they leave at speed,

It’s more like I’m along for the ride and let them take me where they want to go.

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Each letter is like an intimate friend that I release for their own well-being,

Sending them out into the world to become the best they can be,

Like a parent letting go of her child,

No instructions, just a little push to get them to go free.

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As the words roll from within me, I begin to feel a relief,

My mind emptying, the pressure valve has been released,

I can turn to concentrate on my life, my family, my friends,

Until that need, that desperation to write is once more increased.

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Originally posted on Medium