It wrote Write Her Soul Urged this in reflection on a day when I was wondering why I write and should I continue to do so.
Unwritten
The words in her heart.
Unspoken
The words on her mind.
Unused
Her unique voice.
Inhibited and lacking confidence
She leaned on others’ words.
Her soul waited patiently
Leading her down many paths
Some joyful, some meaningful
Others fraught with pain
Every experience recorded deep within.
“Write” her soul urged.
And the words came
Haltingly at first
Then more confidently
Echoing her thoughts
Mirroring her emotions
Reflecting her principles.
She wrote because she had to.
To celebrate her victories.
To mourn her losses.
To be.
She wrote to center herself,
Her words were now forever
Food for her soul.
Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer. ~ Barbara Kingsolver
“In order to write the book you want to write, in the end you have to become the person you need to become to write that book.” ― Junot Díaz
“Becoming a writer is about becoming conscious. When you’re conscious and writing from a place of insight and simplicity and real caring about the truth, you have the ability to throw the lights on for your reader. He or she will recognize his or her life and truth in what you say, in the pictures you have painted, and this decreases the terrible sense of isolation that we have all had too much of.” ― Anne Lamott
“I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.” ― Sylvia Plath
What is your soul urging you to do?
