The
ebb and flow of the creative process presents us with two very different ways
of looking at the times of stillness…
It can feel like a dreaded curse, or an
invitation to enter our soft inner cocoon and transform, even just a little.
This
poem is for everyone who has ever felt stuck, lost and hopeless, and is a
reminder that only in the darkness can we see the stars.
When We Hit The Wall
by Jenn Lui
The
landscape before us changes
There
is an unbearable stillness
In
the air that grows stale and wretch
All
colors fade and retreat
The
great expanse curls and shrivel
Dries up on itself and shrinks
Hardened and cruel
Into the wall before us pressing tightly
The
air grows thicker and thicker
Gasping
and panicking we scream
Our
bloody fingers scratching
For
freedom beyond this confinement
We
look up and see the engulfing dark sky above
Stars
shining brighter than ever before
Amazed
and bewildered we stare
And
see the same stars in each other’s eyes
We
remember once again the greatest truth
Of
the magnificent illusion
The
continuous nature of time and space
Our
hurried heart beats begin to slow
Suddenly
the hard and jagged walls soften
Surrounding
us instead like a blanket
Warm
and gentle beckoning us to rest
Our
healing cocoon holding us safely
When
we hit the wall
It
can be hard, cold and cruel
Or
softly inviting us to transformation
Until
we emerged anew into the world.
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"Within this
stuck-ness, if I can dig a little deeper and open myself up a little more,
there's a well inside waiting. Waiting for me to have the courage to embrace it
all and bleed it out." Photo by Jenn Grosso To view more of her photography click here. "
"There is nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."
~ Ernest Hemingway~
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Jenn Lui hails from a far and distant land impervious to the mundane and the conventional. Her eclectic interests always begin with an overwhelming curiosity, which catapults her into fanatical investigations and explorations. A lover of all creative mediums, she focuses most of her time on writing, painting/mixed media, yoga, meditation and picture taking. Jenn holds BAs in Psychology and Comparative Religion. She continuously thrives on furthering her understanding of the mind-body-spirit connection. With a penchant for all things beautifully extraordinary, Jenn recognizes the importance of honoring her shadow self, which in turn, creates a healthy respect for what lingers in its dark corners. Shamelessly wearing her heart on her sleeve, Jenn can typically be found with a book in hand, mala around her neck, and skipping to the beat of her own drum. Connect with Jenn on her blog' Perils of The Living', Facebook and Twitter. To view more of her photographic art, click here.
~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~
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ReplyDeleteYesterday I saw a movie called "The Great Beauty". In many ways it was confusing, but challenging to find the point in the many mini-stories the scenes presented. In one of these encounters, a performance artist, naked, ran at an "apparently" solid brick wall, and hurled herself, screaming at it. The result was to see her lying crumpled and bleeding on the platform, then get up again to the applause of the audience. Having read your poem, now I understand.
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