June 29, 2010

buried treasure

my stab at poetry, and revealing how i found my voice while i wrote Eldala.

i found
my heart
in the middle
of a novel,
struggling against
the dark and stormy night
in my soul,
chasing away
the lie-- i can’t,
fingers rattling across
the keyboard
of an old
laptop,
words rushing out like
an arizona flash
flood,
every sentence
bringing freedom,
surprised to find
the truth someone
already knew:
“you’re a story person”

Copyright 2010 Michelle Gregory

6 comments:

Donetta said...

Story teller weave for us the tapestry that warms the heart of man.

Christine H said...

How beautiful, Michelle! I love this.

Dangerous With a Pen said...

Love, love, love it. Isn't it weird how we have to formally give ourselves permission to tell stories?

Mary McDonald said...

I don't know much about poetry, but I like this one. :-)

Michelle Gregory said...

thanks, ladies, for all the lovely comments.

Christine H said...

I have been racking my brains for something to put on the blogfest tomorrow.

I am so not into the writing thing these days. I'm sure it's all the stress I'm under.

Anyway, I promise I'll come up with something.