If you’re looking for a nice read for Christmas, please consider picking up a copy of my book, Passage of Promise. A good escape to a Greek island and becoming part of Marina’s journey and life.
Also, I’m two reviews away from my book being suggested to readers browsing in the same genre for something to read. Thanks, everyone!
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A profound, brilliant, moving, amazing poem my son wrote last week:
Past Dawned Upon
Trekking onward,
Over hills,
Through valleys.
The sun sets,
The shadows creep,
Danger comes upon me.
***
I’ve been through here,
Once before.
Long ago.
Fear grips at me,
As I see a familiar face.
It laughs at me,
As I walk nervously.
***
I feel abandoned,
The lantern is out,
The darkness surrounds me.
I have to get out.
I can’t stay here.
They are coming again,
For revenge.
***
Can no one save me,
From this hole?
Am I doomed to repeat,
A past fate?
***
A single thread,
Is holding holding me together,
Should it snap,
What will become of me?
***
I moan within,
Nowhere to flee.
They’re everywhere,
Sucking away my sanity,
Sucking away my life.
***
Oh Light, where art Thou?!
Why have you left me?
***
This is the Trial of my Soul,
I want to reach out for help,
But I fear of dragging them down with me.
Must I fight this alone?
***
Where is myself?
I cannot afford to revert.
Anger grips at me,
Hatred,
Hopelessness,
Loneliness.
It has returned with vengeance.
***
Have I called this upon myself?
Am I a filthy man?
Surely this is not my final hour.
I shall not return to that cage…
***
Oh Light,
I cry to Thee,
And Thou hasn’t heard me!
Have I wronged Thee so?
Am I deserving of such demonic beatings?
***
I know that I am sinful,
The worst of all,
But do not abandon me!
Without You, I am nothing.
I will return to the dust.
***
I cry invisible tears,
I wear a mask.
People think I’ve got it together,
But the Temple is crumbling.
I can’t keep it up,
The beasts are forcing their way in.
Oh Light,
Where art Thou?!
***
I am failing,
I am scared,
Is it my fate to return,
To the old me?
Why have they returned to taunt me?
***
Shall I become an empty shell again?
Shall they steal my soul?
Gnaw upon it and feast?
Oh Light,
Hear my final desperate cry!
For I am at my human limit!
***
Do not let me fall back into the black sludge,
From a Past Once Dawned Upon!
Save me!
For within I weep.
If Thou shall not save me,
Who will?
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In the past nine to ten months, I’ve discovered I wrote the struggles of one of my characters in my most recently finished novella (first draft) are similar to my own personal life struggles.
It was written without my realizing this.
Somehow, we writers must translate what is in our hearts and minds and the difficult circumstances we may be facing in our lives, onto the Word document we’re typing regarding the situations our main character or characters are facing.
Is it part of a healing process?
As we authors know, writing is cathartic. And from the wellness paper I wrote back in college, writing in a journal or creating fiction heals trauma victims, as well.
Continually writing new stories and characters, I believe, we learn more about ourselves and others, and it helps us to grow in every way that counts: spiritually and mentally.
You learn to truly understand yourself and other people.
Literally, when I first started writing again in 2014, the first story I started to write was loosely based on my late teen/early twenties years, and a past romantic relationship I’d seen from my viewpoint and feelings for decades revealed I’d been myopic in my understanding our the relationship. I’d finally realized my former boyfriend’s point of view/side. It had been a great revelation and brought me clarity and peace.
Writing gives balance to an author’s real life.
Authors, leaf through your works and glimpse any areas where you see yourself partially in your main character or other characters and what situations may have mirrored your own presently or in the past.
What did you learn from your writing?
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Modest Musings 