
I’ve been suffering writer’s block lately. And suffering is the right word. The irony of being surrounded by inspiration and brimming with thoughts and opinions to express, but not the clarity to articulate them is new to me. An impotent, fuse-less firework of ideas doesn’t travel far. Nor light up. Words; my companions, have never not come before and I’ve been a little lost at how to reconnect with them.
In my attempt to ‘get the creative juices flowing again’; if you will, I tried my hand at ‘blind writing’: closing my eyes (and my mind from distractions) and just letting my fingers type. I wanted to write about the plight of lions; of the Lion Aid event happening in London tomorrow; of the next installment of Cecil. But instead I got something entirely different:
Running wild
Freedom is not free
Weary from the weight,
Of interpreting the breeze.
Caged in the confines
Of choice. Decision-making
Is behind a screen,
Symbols on a page, confused for a voice.
Blowing me from here to there,
Empowering only
To make one powerless again.
Understanding slowly.
A breeze only rustles
Trees undivided into slices of white
For recording and filing.
And kisses the face: genuine.
But no bars
To stop me fighting bars.
And that is a blessing, true.
But somehow feels still a ruse.
How I long
To walk among
Colours so intense
And feelings so bright
To see the wildness
I feel inside
And see behind the eyes
Of the ones for whom we fight.
When the world is in despair, the Lord shines the light of hope and inspiration. Your mind is a photon of the same light, inspiring and giving meaning to all your readers.
Thank you for the kind words, as always. Sometimes encouragement can really inspire! Thank you 🙂