A work dear to my heart. I have tried editing this piece many times.. yet got stuck every once as it couldn’t be more complete.There was once an instance when someone I used to work with passed away so suddenly. He was young and promising.Hardworking and sincere. That totally shattered a part of me.. a belief of why we work so hard if life is so short. I realized later - He for sure would have lived one complete life.. the one that was promised for him.. one that was enough to give his beloved enough strength to move on.. after the realization.. I have never been hurt with the thought again.. May GOD bless his beloved to pass thorough with ease. SWIPE to read the full poem💐
Permission to #rewrite is the only reason I’m able to write at all. Every time an accomplished writer says something about the significance of rewriting — how that’s where all the good writing actually happens — I become less afraid of the blank page and bad writing. I remember that all writers, all creative people, first do things poorly and later do things well. The point is the doing — not the thinking or fantasizing or planning — the actual doing. Putting words on the page. •
I mustn’t try to predict the ratio of wheat to tares while I’m planting the seeds. Just plant. Water. At harvest I can separate wheat from tares — at harvest, no sooner.
-I’m dead and that has happened long ago. I guess when I first noticed that you were falling out of love with me, I started to die from then. But I was not strong enough to leave you that time or face the reality that I knew was coming. That’s what love does to us. It makes us knowingly blind.🥀 @girl_with_wandering_thoughts ✨