Lonliness is the price we pay for living so much of our life in our brain. Our fellowship with words demands isolation often--and, like you, ambivalence reigns, at times, in this weary heart.
Your poem tells of every writer's dilemma and "emptiness" at times, but when your words are "reaching out to millions" although you're "alone in so many ways", you go on the "solitary journey" because writing is your very life. "Broken dreams, empty ambition" all face us, but we always do our part because we're "Filled with words to share". I pray God bless you with success and bountiful financial rewards for your writing because you have been a blessing to many.
The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
A seemingly innocent piece of mail shatters the illusion of Beverly Hills luxury, forcing a terrifying statement from a powerful action movie mogul: "they can't kill us fast enough."
beautifully here. Especially here:
My brain
Filled with words to share
My heart
Weary
Hesitant
Ambivalent
-gene.
Your poem tells of every writer's dilemma and "emptiness" at times, but when your words are "reaching out to millions" although you're "alone in so many ways", you go on the "solitary journey" because writing is your very life. "Broken dreams, empty ambition" all face us, but we always do our part because we're "Filled with words to share". I pray God bless you with success and bountiful financial rewards for your writing because you have been a blessing to many.
Your friend,
Cynthia
Be always safe,
Karen