...where I left off

potential

weathered key stroke of a writer

staring at the keys like

they actually spoke.

and on a regular, you half-thought

you may have caught yourself

listening for it.

that inspiration

that thing they talk about but 

you're not sure if it's a first or second

hand understanding you have.

and you mutter to yourself about it

for hours.

Been there,

those keys push back like they're fighting you

like they have more to say than anything you could

ever dream up,

and that's probably all too true.

that makes you clam up faster 

than anything else and that little

feeling mocks its way up your throat.

incapability.

holds your heart back, your fingers;

words.

piling up like the tower of Babel

and just as linguistically confusing.

doubting anyone will ever catch your

vision.

that's another word you don't quite understand

but don't feel confident enough to search and define

like a search engine was actually in on your 

insistent self-degradation.

if only you realized that mirror was reflective

and all that talent you saw staring back 

was actually your very own

and you didn't run when it smiled at you.

if you would only just reach out and touch the surface of that

crisp glass and let it waken you.

push you back upward 

forcefully.

and you would see all these letters,

words that have been written

were none other than your own.

-Elena McCoy  

(original poetry)

I haven't used this space for my poetry lately and I felt the desire to thrown a bit in here today. 

I sometimes forget that as a mom I have things I love as an individual that extend outside the reach of 

parenthood...and are separate altogether. I will always love to write. Oh, how easy it is to set aside though,

for more pressing things, like being a momma...more important, pressing needs for sure...but every now and again I will go back to it, and visit with it like an old friend....and hopefully we will see a little more of each other in the future...and I can share a little more of it here. 

What is something you love to do...that you feel you have carried with you throughout all sorts of changes in your life?

Happy Tuesday to you all!