Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Inner Sparks

"Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of the yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possiblity into flames of achievement." -Foster C. McClellan‎

I decided to clean out some of my old documents on my computer and in Google Docs. I found a few lost poems and story ideas. I put them into folders to come back to them since I have two new ideas fighting for my attention. I need to figure out what exactly to hand into Stone Circle (my critique group) next week. I have an image in my head that I think I am going to write down next. First, I figured I would share one of my "lost" poems.

Simple

A world is measured by years,
by decades, by centuries,
by millenniums--
yet, here I am unknown,
measured by my family,
my friends, sometimes
strangers--
what of myself?
I am lost in this world,
maybe displaced with
some guidance to find
my way, learning only so
little in this time--
love is measured by
blood, by memories,
by dreams, by chemicals,
by magic--
it causes a war within myself,
of obligation, of understanding,
of acceptance, of misguidance,
of peace--
drowning in the complications
rather than taking in the sunsets,
the leaves, the words, the kisses,
the wide sky--
it is there somewhere for the taking,
in the moments whenI learn to breathe.

Natasha

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