i find myself through poetry
/When I write, I lose myself in the present moment. I tap into the muse, put pen to paper, and all else disappears.
Then, some indeterminant time later, it ends. I don’t exactly know what it is: inspiration, flow, creativity, but all of a sudden I wake up to myself, finding the present moment, along with some words on a page expressing a moment in time, or a thought, or beauty.
That, or a palimpsest of healing. Words written by myself, about myself, for myself about finding myself…
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