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NOT AFRAID TO DROWN by Mary Bach

Some days I feel a resistance when I sit down to write. ..

Often this happens when I am going through some kind of change, either outer circumstances or inner thoughts and feelings. Change is hard for me. This first line of this poem is a quote by Janet Frame which resonates with me. Writing, for me, is submerging in something larger than myself. Something not entirely known or mapped out. It can be frightening, but it is also where growth takes place. And when things are going well I feel a sense of connectedness, not only with other writers and people but with all things. Sort of like tapping in to the Source. But this is how it feels when I lose my way and struggle to get back to what really matters.
 
Not Afraid to Drown
by Mary Bach

Poets are not afraid to drown
but I have not written
in weeks.
I know there is treasure
buried deep
but I think this time:
don’t look
let the monsters sleep
 
I dread the dive 
so I stay at the surface 
bobbing amid 
the flotsam and jetsam 
of meaningless platitudes
safe, bored, numb
struck dumb
in the depths of thought
where I once sought answers
but now paralyzed
when I think of the size 
of the iceberg,
the depth 
of the ocean.
I fear death by drowning 
 
But what else can I do?
So I pick up my pen
take a deep 
breath 
and dive

(This poem was originally published in 
Poetry as a Spiritual Practice: Illuminating the Awakened Woman, available by clicking here


Mary Bach is a writer, animal lover, bibliophile and general, all-around nerd.  She’s funny, but often her writing is not.  She lives in The-middle-of-nowhere, Wisconsin with her accepting husband, blind dog and a small flock of cats.  One of her hobbies is collecting quotes, and a favorite that she attempts to pattern her life after is by E.B. White, “I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time.  Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.”  She has also been published in The Creative NexusReflections from the Center, and Living with Nature.  Mary can be reached at mary3bach@gmail.com and at her blog In Other Words.


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  1. A lot of truth and honesty in these words. I can so relate to this…I think we have all been in this place at one time. Much trepidation in taking that "dive" especially after a drought of words, or a hiatus from writing. No, we are "not afraid to drown," but that first step can be pretty scary! I also love the intro to this, the thought of being one with other writers, of "tapping into the Source." What a lovely way to express that feeling. Loved this!

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