I wrote this in the fall of 2007 when I first discovered that I could play with words in English, my second language. I’ve been following the dream. Please do not let go of your own.
Words are obscuring my vision;
they’re screaming for attention.
Words of advice, of comfort, of love;
tales of sadness, of pain, of doubt.
Who am I to claim the power
to create, to charm, to conjure,
feelings of wonder, of grace, of bliss;
tears of chagrin, of loss or distress?
Words are flowing from nowhere.
They obviously don’t want to care
that I’m new to the language of the heart.
On paper, it’s a brand new start.
“Trust”, they implore,” listen to your dreams.
They are true even when it seems
that the road is too long and hazardous.
It’s an illusion. This is your purpose.
So grab the pen and inspiration will flow.
It can strike any time. You just don’t know.
Be ready and let the writing be written,
Accept the gift; the rest of your life’s begun.”
Copyright © Maryse G Copans – January 2010