Writing’s Simple Pleasure
There is a certain satisfaction
to have my fingers run across the keyboard
free and untethered by expectations, rules, engagements
There is a specific resonance
when my pen runs across white papers
crafting in ink a world that previously only existed in my mind
There is a troubled anticipation
that comes with bearing your creation
and waiting – for acknowledgement, insults, adulation
There is peculiar sort of f e a r
when bearing to the world at large
that little fragment of your soul – that precious, fragile thing
There is that certain type of courage
that emboldens your heart against
the hail of indifference and unmet expectations
And now,
There is this
tre mu lous sort of hope
as I let this little one go
flying, with tremors in its wings,
a little word-collection,
My little child.
Fly and never look back.
I will always be here, watching,
With that certain satisfaction
And a heart full of love.