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WHEN WE HIT THE WALL by Jenn Lui

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.

"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~

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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  1. Yesterday 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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