As I recorded my latest improvisational poem and posted it today, and saw then the email that gave hope of potential artistic representation, I had mixed feelings.
I love doing freesyle poetry, recording, singing, and if I have the means etc.. I will welcome the chance to , produce etc.., but there is still a broken wings factor that will never fully perhaps heal. There is that child within abandoned, hurt throughout her life that will never fully heal perhaps, that has only in the past two years found her voice, truly begun to find her voice. Can one fly with a broken wing? Can one truly color with broken pieces of crayon or chalk? Yeah, I used to it all the time growing up and teaching. Was it easier to do so with a full piece of crayon or chalk? Yeah. I still colored, just took off the paper and colored. It was not impossible, just meant I had to maneuver my fingers a bit. This is no different. Broken wings, heart etc… we all have some of that, but that does not mean we should let it stop us from coloring life with beautiful colors, with our beautiful colors.