Tonight, I bury a wing, a once starlit thing--
After Midnight
What dreams may teach me:
Glass slippers break easily,
Leaving only shards.
And yet . . . Cinderella's next step after midnight, when the ball and all her gossamer glories were completely undone, that step was the most important. Barefoot in the dark, she made her choice to go on.
"In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?"
-Rainer Maria Rilke
I must.
Sending big online hugs your way. And if you ever need to talk about writing or publishing or you need someone to read something you wrote, I am here! You can always e-mail me.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I would love to talk. We ink scribblers should cross quills more often.
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