Inspiration

With my obsession with writing, I was surprised one day to be very thirsty with pain.

I heard that he had a new lover and instead of crying with remorse and longing for him, I found myself trembling with my fingers ready to get numb again.

“Inspiration,” I said.

Another piece will be formed. This is how it is. This is how you felt when it seemed like no one’s ready to listen. This is how no one can be reprimanded. This is how it is to be ashamed to express sadness, fear and grief. This is how it is when the word remains

and he did not.

It seemed more frightening than being left behind. And it’s scarier to stop it than to love him.

When do you think words and my memory of him set me free?

Words: Jucel Faith
Photo: em (via Pinterest)