If This Is Not A Place. . .
If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Oh, yes!! How true. And if it's good writing, it will allow you and others to savor the captured thought over and over.
ReplyDeleteLike I said in one of my bios, my writing is just a deeper journey into the ordinary, and a way to revisit it!
Yes, writing lets you relive the moments.
ReplyDeleteBut, hopefully, what you write will also be a source of inspiration to many readers, regardless of the subject.