Some days, when I sit to write, I find it hard to start and this poem by Mary Oliver came to me this morning.
I want to write something
so simply
about love
or about pain
that even
as you are reading
you feel it
and as you read
you keep feeling it
and though it be my story
it will be common,
though it be singular
it will be known to you
so that by the end
you will think–
no, you will realize–
that it was all the while
yourself arranging the words,
that it was all the time
words that you yourself,
out of your own heart
had been saying.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts through comments and making my words more than just my words.
