the stories you tell/the magic you create

some days...the words will stay hidden like an immigrant in a little boat

waiting to be coaxed to the safety of dry land

sadly...sometimes the waters are far too rough and pull the words under

swallowing them into the vast abyss like a vortex

other days...I'm firing on all cylinders before I even put pen to paper

one idea follows another and another, like the constant barrage of mortars in far-off places

the need to create magic gets in the way, often with telling the stories that need to be told

like the press choosing the latest information about Taylor instead of the real issues

the key is to write and never stop

some days...the words will tell the stories that need to be told

other days...they will create the magic

and then there will be those special days

those sacred days when your pen is sharp and the words call out to you in all their raw and untempered beauty

when...the stories you tell is the magic you create

and you find momentary contentment like the asylum seeker that escapes their war-torn lands

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: I don't really suffer from writer's block...but recently...I've been finding it hard to say what I want to say. I also remember a chat in the comments section somewhere I had with Mackenzie Davis about being too caught up in always trying to write with a purpose or meaning and she did point out that there is a joy in just writing and playing with sounds and forms. She said it far more eloquently than I just did. Anyway, while this is hardly the most loosey-goosey piece ever...at least it's something I just wrote...tweaked and then - you're welcome?