I step tentatively
towards writing my story.
I tear a piece off,
lay it down
and cringe.
How do I share
what I spent so many years
forgetting?
But it is my story
and who I am today
was formed
from those scraps
sewn together
with time, love, and
the grace of God.
* * *
Author’s note: This refers to my crazy, chaotic life growing up. I’ve written pages and pages of memoir, attended writing seminars, and even had some awesome instructors who said I should share my story. But for some reason, I guess fear, I don’t. Maybe some day, like when I’m 80.
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34 comments:
There will come a time and I can not wait to read it when it comes. I love your writing and even though there may be alot of pain in the history part of your story there is a ton of love in your future!
I'm with Tyler...I can't wait to read it when it comes.
i cant wait to read it either...we all have parts thatwe would rather forget...usually they are the sharp edges that shaped us in many ways...nice write.
i'm intrigued by your story, friend... so glad to have found you, here.
This little piece you share here, about your feelings of sharing your story, intrigues me. :) You are an excellent writer from what I have read so far. If you are ever up to sharing your story, I would love to read it.
He can do a lot of things with scraps. I really like this poem.
Something tells me that your book is already finished. It's just waiting for you to fill it in. The greatest rewards come with the greatest risks.
"How do I share what I spent so many years forgetting?" You express a struggle that many writers go through, and do so clearly. Like the way you wrote this poem. thanks
Of course, I think you should share your story. It might help someone else. But, I don't think you should give it away. :) Maybe a snippet share *here* so we will buy your book.
T
It can be extremely cathartic, but only if the time is right. Perhaps 80 will be perfect timing. This is a wonderful poem.
beautiful and lovely read....blessings...bkm
i just got lost in your blog...i love your writing. i hope you will share more when you are ready.
i too am a working mama, 37 and have baby fever:)
glad to have found you.
do we ever really forget...and sharing is a way of cleansing..go on write them..imagine if you waited till you were 80 and it was a best seller..your life could have been so different!!!all the best Pete
In this fallen world there is pain, but that's not where my hope lies. It is because of grace and love that, when you are ready to, you can share this story . . . and I agree with the above comments, I can't wait to read it!!
Thanks for the openness
very nice. When you are ready, you will share. I was taken by your blog title...lilac is my favorite flower and color.
i know what you mean - it's the same what i feel - looking back on a difficult childhood with things going wrong - and left parts of my soul torn...
but met the one who made me whole again...and writing helps me clear up a bit...
i have had this urge ever since i started writing..to go back to childhood days and it is inspiring..so much intrigued by your poem..amazing!
This is perfect. Telling your story can make you feel so vulnerable. When you are ready, you'll be strong enough to share. I look forward to reading it.
You'll share your story someday, maybe when you're no longer afraid of it. I like the sentiment of this one.
Scraps make a beautiful quilt!!
Lovely poem that expresses doubts and trust.
Thanks for sharing with One Shot
Hugs from the Moon
A wonderful, poignant tease for your life story. Share it, or don't, but continue to share the tidbits in your verse.
I hope to some day hear your story...I bet it would be very encouraging, look at the life you have now! Hope you are doing well! :)
Loved reading your story,poignant, wonderful great one shot, keep writing love to read more.
Joanny
http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/
"I tear a piece off, / lay it down / and cringe." How fantastic is this bit of imagery?! Lovely poem, many thanks for sharing this.
I can't wait to read that as well...what happens to us, forms us into the human beings we are today. I just know it will be a good one...sending you love xx
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lovely words, friend.
maybe one day you'll be ready to share.
:)
Whenever you are ready. You'll know when.
It would be hard to put it all out there especially knowing fancily could read it... But you know maybe that is just what you and all of your family need.
This is wonderfully written!
It's amazing how things in our lives shape us, and cause us to make different choices for our own families. Your boys are lucky that you are their mother.
To write memoir, one has to have a story to tell, and that means conflict and obstacles. Sooo, it is a daunting task indeed to look that dragon in the eye and basically engage it all over again for the sake of the writing. The decision to do it isn't one to be taken lightly. I don't blame anyone who doesn't want to go there, but if you do, I wish you every success.
One man's scrap is another man's illumiated manuscript.
This is reflective and beutiful
So many of us have stories. I know how you feel. I have quite a story myself...several of them, actually. I don't think anyone would believe it if it was ever told in its entirety.
I've thought about writing it down, but I'd be afraid of smearing people's names - if I really told the honest truth...or offending others. And, if I didn't tell the truth, what's the point?
Fear's a powerful thing.
You make me hope you will share you story! I wish you all the strength to do it, if you decide it's the right thing for you!
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