Poetry I wrote during my first round of The Artist’s Way
From a FB post Feb 12, 2021 ·
The well for so long dry
Bubbled up
A small but steady stream
First heard and not seen
Doubt clouded movement
Scarcely able to start
as dry cracked lips were licked
In hope and anticipation
Crawling at first
Wary
Unsure
Disbelieving
Closer and closer drawn
To the dry well
Finally comprehending
It was never dry
Just deep
in need of Priming
Waiting patiently for
Recognition
For coaxing
For nurturing
And support
With gentle
Yet powerful
Nudges
The well
Springs easily
Back to life
Share this:
Author: Aminda
Well, that is the question, isn't it? What if I don't actually know who I am. I have things I do, things I like. but are they who I am? Who knows. But that's what I'm here to figure out. Will the real Aminda please stand up? (Not you Slim Shady)
Here's how I identify right now:
Peace - Love - Punk - Rainbows
BoardGamePlayin SciFiWatchin' BookReadin' Doghavin' PunkRockin' Meditatin'
Nerdy/Hippy/Geeky Bipolar/ADHD Humanist/Feminist/Atheist Bi-Sexual/They/Them
Mama
View all posts by Aminda
I know this feeling, great 👍 😌