As I lay awake at 3:30 this morning a thought crossed my mind: I should write a poem on my blog. I quickly dismissed it, thinking, I can’t. I can’t focus. It will sound stupid anyway.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it 63 trillion times: it never ceases to amaze me how hormones affect my mood. And even though I KNOW it’s hormones, it doesn’t change how I feel in the moment. I feel nothin’ about nothin’ right now and, as usual, I’m thinking, what if I get stuck this way? But I never do.
Inspiration comes when I need it. Joy Tanksley has issued an invitation that was obviously meant for me: write a poem. She even provides a prompt (which certainly helped me, but I didn’t follow it exactly, and that is okay). Go check it out.
And so, without further ado, my poem:
Unsure sometimes but sure
Who loves paradox
Who feels deeply, universally, everything
Who gives everything and nothing
Who fears nothing or everything
Who seeks her own truth
Both/and not either/or
This is the essence of Karen
I used to write poetry (and I drew a lot too!) when I was in college and in my early 20s. Over time, I somehow let go of that ability. Actually, no, that is not the case. What happened is that I stopped believing that I could do it well enough. Enough for what? Or maybe it’s more like I stopped believing that I could do it as well as (or better than) others so why bother? I have to believe that this is common…that when we’re children (or in my later-bloomer case, when we’re in our late teens or early 20s), if we want to write a poem or draw a picture, we just do it and we don’t care if it’s better than or enough. We do it just because we want to.
It feels good to have written a poem, just because I wanted to.
Did you know that April is National Poetry Month? Have you ever written a poem? Do you hold yourself back from more artistic endeavors thinking that you won’t be good enough, or as good as others?