I've gone back and forth on whether I should even keep it at all. The thing is, I always sort of envisioned this as a writing advice blog. But, I find I'm always struggling to come up with things to talk about. And who am I to give you advice, anyway?
I'm one of those people who *always* thinks before they speak, and frequently talks themselves out of saying anything at all. Classic INTJ, I know. But there are things I WANT to talk about. Important things, things rooted deep within my heart. But in the end, I won't have any real answers. And I honestly don't feel qualified to pretend to. So I've decided to express myself in another way.
I'm constantly jotting down poems and doodling in notebooks (habit from my days as a teenage cliche, I suppose) so I'm going to use this space to share those things with you. Starting now. Hope you enjoy!
Heartbreaking Quiet
In the silence of night
It aches
Like a bruise
Tiny hearts bursting
Stars beneath your skin
A shuddering sigh
Shadows cup the raw pulp of something warm
Something beating
Whispering dark, quiet things
Lonely things
Ramparts to your strength
Words are sand to your dry mouth
And silence plump dewdrops cradled
In the folds of a flower
They warn you
Yours is a half-formed wisdom
So moor it to your forsaken place
The graveyard for all your maiden ships
These wilds
They never taught you to remember
They leave you in the rushes
Flayed and swollen
From when they reached inside to touch it
But they’ll never touch it
Because they don’t understand what they feel
The tadpole cocooned inside a web
All you wanted was to fly
