Photo Credit: Ian Noble

Alive and Functional

How I Feel After Saying Yes to Writing After Years of Denial

A broken machine can be remade, improved. We call that prototype a success.
So I feel now.
Years of yearning, out of place, burst into sudden bloom.
Scary. Fearful. Sudden.

Hearing the calls of the cogs, safe in the grand machines:

Peace!
Safety!
Surety!
Security!
Tact!

I feared blooming into vulnerable flower, but each fills the vine with life and power. To be vulnerable is to risk — risk only when reward is in reach. Know it always requires effort.
Now I laugh as they pssst for my attention. I’m a writer, my life flowing bold and black between their lines.