Never close enough
Even tho we are our own worst critics, I do speak for myself (and probably plenty others) when I say that most of the time, SOMETHING in our life makes us write. Like for example... when my parents divorced, that me write. When my own marriage fell apart, I wrote. When I chopped off my own wings and tried to self destruct - I wrote once again. When I found myself and put ME back together, I wrote yet again. When life finally got sweet, and I realized it - I wrote. There were, and still are alot of times that no matter how hard I try, I can never get anything on paper that sounds like it makes sense, however there are times that emotions ran either too high or too low and there wasn't enough paper in the free world to satisfy the itch that my muse and pen had.
The poetry that came forth during these moments are the ones that are my Essentials so to say because - it was then that I learned a lesson, or reflected long enough to remember what I swore I would never forget.
My daddy always said "Don't ever forget where ya come from gal."
And so, on occasion I give the bones a visit if for nothing but a reminder of how far it is in which I have come.
I may hate myself in the morning - but I'm gonna love you tonight
-Lee Ann Womack