If I’m being honest
I’ve been searching for this space for a long time….we’re talking at least 2 years now. Having numerous conversations about the future of my writing with close friends/family and a few poets that I trust and admire.
I would never stop writing poetry/musings, writing is in my soul….but sharing those words, that is another thing. Sharing is something I have cried over, examined, agonized about, and tried to ignore the feelings I hold inside about being a writer in this world today. I have even declared that I quit! BUT- I always return to the “public” space words in tow.
So here I am again….
Why share now?
One too many times over the past couple of years I have held back, discarded the pull to share. Doing nothing. Not sharing and often not bothering to write the words bubbling. I have abandoned the poem before it even has a chance to take flight.
Last month I wrote a guarded, personal musing about how I truly feel with my writing journey at this point in my life. I shared it with only a select few that are very close to me.
I won’t share it in full (I’m not quite that comfortable yet, lol) but here’s the just:
“Why do I feel this innate desire to share my words? There is a pull in me that wants people to connect with them yet I am met with depression and rejection in the spaces I have tried to share. I know in part this means those are not the spaces where my audience resides. But where do I find them? Where do I find the avenue that will allow me both to share with those that are excited about my words and engaging with me so that I can feel a sense of fulfilling a purpose with joy?”
continuing on I wrote….
“I just want to share my words because I believe they have a bigger purpose. I believe they can give comfort or insight to someone out there that may be experiencing something similar.”
In writing my feelings from their truest core I realized my answer was staring me in the face. My answer was already within me.
Drawn to the moth
In my everyday life it’s no secret I love butterflies. I mean who really doesn’t? However lately, or more specifically, for the past year I’ve been attracted to the moth. Seeing it around me, random photos, people wearing a shirt with a moth on it, etc….so I started reading more about the symbolism of the moth.
The moth is well known for flying in the cloak of darkness but still attracted to the bright light. Much like an introverted poet (myself) you might know lol….I desire to be observant from the shadows and sharing my words is the bright light that attracts me, glowing ever so steadily. I gather energy from that light…from you, my Muse.
Also known to represent intuition, inner wisdom, transformation & personal truth. All of which must be speaking to my spirit during this phase of my life. And I’m here for it.
The moth is a sensitive soul —as am I.
For the Muse
This is where I have landed. In poetry I have found both my voice and a love that is undefinable. I don’t want to ignore the Muse when she speaks. I want to “poet” more and I desire to share that with You. (if you want to read?)
I don’t have concrete plans right now as to a schedule and/or time frame for when I will post. I will go through periods where life is life-ing and the Muse is quiet. That is normal for a poet. But I promise not to send multiple emails in one day.
I’d like to get to a point that I am sharing not only the poetry/musings I write but more personal looks at what inspired those writings, maybe a playlist that I’m listening to, poems that have died on my hard drive. Maybe some private poetry readings or poetic art prints I’m creating along with my writings.
Ultimately I want to merge with you beyond the endless scrolls of social media.
In a nutshell
I’m excited about being on Substack and I hope to keep this journey going. So stay a while. And if you have someone you think would love to read my words, send them over to say Hi! I don’t bite…unless you ask nicely.