A Poetic Ode to Written Expression: An Everlasting Muse
Creative writing is a form of communication that allows us to share our thoughts without saying a word. Thoughts are no longer invisible to the naked eye but clear as day in the hearts of many. Writing is a language that breaks barriers within ourselves, shattering the mold of external factors that shaped us from birth. Whether painting lead portraits on paper or pouring our soul into a tablet or laptop screen, we can bring to life something beautiful on a once lifeless platform.
Let us explore this craft that has been around since the beginning of humanity’s inheritance of the Earth that continues to connect all customs and traditions. Whether old English from the era of Romeo and Juliet or hieroglyphics from the ancient Egyptians, words are like musical symbols that are symbolic of getting a message across in various tones and styles.
Writing leads to growth because it forces us to open our minds to information we may not have researched before stitching a project together with the needle and thread. Also, depending on the nature of a written piece, we may have to examine ourselves psychologically where the hard truths reopen wounds. The truth is very buoyant; no matter how much we suppress it, eventually, it will come up, one way or another. When writing, our verbiage broadens, and how we string together, thoughts become more efficient, one way or another.
In the same way, our bodies need physical exercise the same way we need to exercise our brain by sharpening it with the edge of life’s experiences. The confidence, maturity, and discipline it takes to create a masterpiece make us better students. It takes each cell of gray matter to ignite and cooperate to focus on every punctuation, word definition, and focal point that shapes paragraphs to understand new colorful topics.
We can travel to places not yet explored without having to pay a cent for a plane ticket. Explorations into the universe from our office, the train, or the bed go as far as we want the fiction to last. Love fills the tank that burns with passion for places we can visit when we close our eyes. The voyage into our soul isn’t such a scary place to navigate when we understand everything is connected by strands of light that encompass ideas and creativity.
A protagonist can sail the seas, blast off into outer space, or explore the thickness of a dense forest from chapter to chapter. We get to go along for the ride and let a story tell itself. Kids play hopscotch without a care in the world, and we can innocently hop back and forth between history to draw from events that happened before we were born.
Appreciation Of Life
Any muse brought into reality comes from an appreciation of something or someone. Even when life gets rough, we can take what comes with the draft and alter what we assume is written in stone. Life becomes a library with our spines filled with published content that is more valuable than any amount of gold or silver. All we have are our stories to leave behind that leave shiny gems of impressions. Our footprints don’t have to let time fade away.
Embellishing the hunt for curiosity establishes the same acceptance for understanding what is ok not to understand. Our hands become an extension of our hearts and mind to create a playground where anything is possible. Written expression, fiction or nonfiction, is the most potent silent outcry. The power of words can inspire to create a new reality between the lines. Life becomes our playground, and the writer who embodies the index can call the title their name.
A writer’s job is never done because when meaning is supposed to be ejected out of openings that stream consciousness, it’s time to get to work, no matter what the clock complains about. It can come from a painting, a note from a song, a conversation in passing, or a sermon that can cause tiny wings to grow in our heads and get high off the aspirations that guide the pen to structure an article, novel, or poem. The origins of this blissful experience are when an idea refreshes our spirits and grant’s us the privilege to express ourselves. Self-expression is a gift that enables us to bleed ink and use our hands to spread it around everywhere.
Our story doesn’t perish when we are lowered into the ground; they become more embedded in the roots in which everything started in the first place. When raindrops hit the earth by the millions in seconds, that special moment the needle hits the record activating melodies, or the first time you look into your lover’s eyes, a muse manifests, born as an infant, crying out for us to nurture it into written expression.
Guest Author Bio
My name is Michael Colon born and raised in New York City. I am a content writer for multiple platforms with a deep passion for the craft. My mission is to continue to impact the lives of others positively and productively. My writing is unique and can best be described as reflective, thought-provoking, and direct.
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