There Is Poetry in Your Pulse. Keep Writing.
Writing is exhausting. The thing about writing is, you have to try to format your thoughts in a pretty way, so that even your middle school bullies will remain engaged with your work when they stumble across an article that someone from your hometown shared on Facebook. Writing is an artform, because you are constantly bending your mother language to nurture the crybabies who refuse to swallow the truth unless it tastes sweet. You are constantly reorchestrating the truth in ways that will not only get through to other people, but also inspire them to carry your words with them for the rest of their lives. It’s exhausting living in your emotions for long enough to try to capture and translate them into something meaningful. Only the bravest of hearts were born with a pen in their hand and ink in all 4 chambers. Baby, there is poetry in your pulse.
There is a reason why other people try to make you feel like there is something wrong with you. They are intimidated by you because you know who you are, and why you are here. You are a writer. You figured it out for yourself a long time ago, but they still haven’t found their own purpose, and that scares the hell out of them. Your dreams are too big for their small minds to comprehend. Your self-awareness and drive to fulfill your life purpose doesn’t make you a bad person, just because you don’t prioritize the simplicity of what everyone else seems to prioritize while they are still stumbling around and trying to find their own way to who they are supposed to be. You know that you have something to tell the world, and you’re not going to let anything stop you from speaking your truth.
You know that you are here to learn and grow. You have a gift of observing, interpreting, and translating people and situations into ink and art. You’re supposed to let people pass through you like rain and find the magic in their storms, regardless of how temporary the encounter may be. The people who stay are a true masterpiece, but it’s the ones who don’t that often make for a really great story.
Keep writing.
© Gina Clingan 2022
