Journey 1991

Submitted by Virginia Watts on Tue, 01/20/2015 - 13:29


There is a particular longing, ever-present, and unnamed 

permeating into areas ordinarily inaccessible if circumscribed by specifics.

How, then, can it be a particular longing?

But it is something -- something unclaimed, wandering loose, or sitting forlornly, like lost luggage.

A sensitivity stripped bare? A need for astonishing uninhibited connection?

The thought of living shrouded is a continuous, dim discord. 

Wings may be called for.

There are eyes, legs, hands, lips, breasts, a heart

too long constricted.

That longing itself made small, unimportant, by necessity.

Can I stop cheating myself, my soul, and celebrate the ecstasy of living? 

Can this random yearning show me the way?

Virginia Watts

Tue, 02/10/2015 - 12:21

Thanks for the question, and the link to the article. I do think that writing helps everything. But when it comes to "rewriting" your own history, I believe it is essential to hang on to what you know is true for you before you begin to figure out how to reset the trajectory your history has set. This quote from the article: "With prompting, she eventually wrote a new story, based on the same facts but with a more honest assessment..." is the key. Honesty matters in self-awareness, perhaps more than anything else. Be honest about what you really know, and what you really want, and write, write, write -- remembering there is a difference between fiction and non-fiction.