Into the Void
The inspiration lands
It arrives with a spark
I cling to the excitement
Quickly I scramble for a pen
Distraction comes without warning
Life calls demanding I answer
I pause. I listen. I address
Somehow, so much time has gone
What was my idea?
What was the inspiration?
Where did I write that down?
Did I even write it down?
Creativity returns and I smile
I haven’t seen it in days
Weeks
Months
I start to feel the motivation again
The idea returns and I jump
Joy, success, and victory
The article is written
The essay is finessed
The poem is created
The book is edited
I kick the project out
Like a baby bird from a next
Fly, fly, fly away and find them
Find the readers who need it
One view, five
Zero shares, four comments
Two of which are my responses
This idea and I have come so far together
I worked so hard
Sweat and tears
Somehow, it never landed
Into the void another one goes
I wait for it to find its home
Sometimes it does
Sometimes it never will
"Every piece is a little act of hope" is what I kept thinking while reading this. The vulnerability and love for the creative process shine through every line. Sometimes we never know whose life our words touch, but this one definitely found a reader who needed it ❤️