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.