One Day My Mind Opened Up

Friday, June 10, 2005
  Power of The Pen
I write poetry. I picked it up on an internship in Nashua, NH. I think I've done some good work and I even gave an anthology as a gift to one of my sisters and my Aunt's friend. But I never realized that my words could have the potential to heal.

Here's the story. My younger sister is in Dayton, Ohio on an academic internship at a local 'Y. She seems to be having a lot of fun, and working hard. But a tragedy has struck the "family". A young man who was a volunteer there was killed in a car accident. She wondered if I had a poem that could fit.

I was at a loss. Most of poems are angry, and many directed at the current administration. But I found two; It's Never Over, inspired by a football game and Firefiles In a Jar, inspired by a song and a memory that the song inspired.

And it looks like Fireflies. . . may have hit the mark. I'm just in awe that my works can have that kind of power. Makes me wonder what other power I have inside me.

The possibilities are endless, I just need to keep exploring.
 


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