I was going through all my old poems and I found this 2 minute, timed, object writing I did from the phrase “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” and it reminded me of who I was, who I am, and who I want to be again.
Isn’t it funny how words, can bring you back to a moment in time. You can taste it, smell it, feel it, and remember the person you were and the dreams you had in that moment. I remember in that moment being courageous, optimistic and certain of my future. A future that turned out not to be rainbows and butterflies, but rather the hardest two years of my life… and counting.
Reading that poem reminded me of the strength that comes from remembering who you were, who you are, and who you want to be again. When I was in that moment years ago, standing in strength, I was preparing myself for the road ahead. And I was using my creativity to do so!
Sometimes when we are struggling in our personal lives, our creativity is the first thing to go. I would urge you in your strong seasons, when life is going perfectly, to express yourself, and write it down, so that in moments when the plan has changed or failed, you can be reminded of what’s inside you!
I know I don’t have all the answers, but I do think that when we reflect on our greatest moments, the creativity that is within us and in front of us can be resuscitated and released. And when we release that creativity, the Creative Soul is once again ignited with passion and cause. Rest in your creativity, and let it fuel your past, present, and future.
So tonight, before you close your eyes, remember something amazing you’ve done, something you are really proud of, or a time when everything seemed to be working out great, and create from that place. And hey, if you’re in that season now, write it down for later. Because you were made in the image of The Creator, and when we create we bear that image once more.
The removal of an obstacle, serves no soul.
Rising from a barren wasteland, the stench of battle still in the air, survivor.
Victory written in your stance. The air you took for granted, tasting better, going deeper, into the fissures and cracks of this skeletal structure.
Wind in your lungs.
Chest rise. Chest fall.
The feeling of growth that rides in a champion.
Embracing the scars left from the attack, arresting this corpse from "what could have been." as the marrow and sweat beckon "Forward!"
Step by step, withstanding more pain than before, eyes fixed on the energy above.
Electrifying, your posture taller, a jolt of courage, a jolt of power; you are not the way were before. You are more. - Kelli Wright 14’