NaPoWriMo, Day 2
I was humbled by a blogger’s post that hinted that writing emerged from ego.
I could not dismiss the judgement, it fittingly applied.
Have I ever written a word without the hope that it would connect
on a soulful plane? Selfish personified.
Going back to the gritty of my youth, to the dreams of a girl in her heart’s “tale”,
there could be no greater fate.
The aged girl purges her heart and mind with the pen, disappointments splayed on the page are punctuated by blessings, some happy, some sore, all fruitful.
If I do connect on a soulful plane, it will be in the Spirit of God with grace,
who has appointed a walk through difficulties
but has not left me alone. Ego does not win.