I’ve been wanting to post here every Wednesday and on Born in My Heart every other Thursday.
Obviously, that hasn’t been happening.
My inner perfectionist is standing in the way. She doesn’t want any mistakes in the blog posts, any self doubt.
I need to kick shut her up or I won’t get anything done!
Here is a poem inspired by my thoughts of being a writer, sans inner critic.
I breathe words
and speak forbidden tales
I hear voices of creation
nestled in my heart
I taste bittersweet ideas
that melt into sentences
I strive to touch hearts
with the subtle details
Inky blood runs in my veins
dripping onto paper
I am a writer
*My inner critic was trying to tell me I couldn’t post this until I created a title. Guess what I told her…