To Write is to Fly

 

To write I have always needed an opening.  A door of some kind.  A window. Something to let in a breeze of an idea that transforms me into a bird that springs into  a flight of words.  

These past several months my brain seems to have become hermetically sealed.  It is not a pleasant feeling when I am shut into myself with no outside inspiration to rescue me from myself.

Maybe a cage is a better metaphor.  Like a pet bird kept in a basement with artificial lights where no one hears your song because it seems there is nothing to sing about.  A lonely feeling.

But then a flight delay at the airport suddenly gives me time to stew a bit and these words start to find an escape from my brain.  It is the literal denial of flight that is giving me some impetus.

These words are not really going anywhere but maybe now the window is cracked.  Maybe the cage door is ajar.  And if I’m gracious with myself these wings may start flapping again.

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