I have almost nothing to share that’s the equal of this song anyway. It fills me up. This morning, I woke up feeling like I was going to explode with words. But regular life interrupts and here I am. Heartbroken. Committed. Burning. It’s okay to burn.
9 thoughts on “Tomorrow I’ll Try”
Keep trying, keep striving. That is all God asks of us. Hugs!
I know it!
Heartbroken – I don’t like the sound of that.
I wondered if I’d made any strides in 2020, and then reread a bunch of my writing, and told myself to get over myself. It’s a journey, is all. Not a slug of scotch.
Just read your newest piece. You’ve still got it.
Hope you like the second and final part.
I mostly wake up feeling like I am going to explode with words or rage or fear or love mostly love but more the ineffable unsatisfying magnificent love that leaves me also heartbroken and burning.
I think I would dissolve, if I could do it without pain because I am not fearless 🙂 but then I remember to write something or breathe or make magic and once the magic starts to swarm and swirl it overwhelms me in a better kind of way
It’s the burning of the love that gets me. You feel the magic, Poet, I figure you for that. It’s some undefinable part of life that touches you at times, and then it becomes words, and then those words become you. This is life, and I love it. And I love your words!
I love your words
It’s the burning.. it takes my breath away and then I must be off , on a little quest to find it again