Original Poem: “Blaze”

I can’t stop the story:

The movement,

The pain,

The dancing of visuals

Carved in my brain,

The eager compulsion,

That cry of my soul,

The frenzy,

The vision that’s burning a hole

In my mind.

I can’t shake it.

It’s mine, this I know—

My quest, not another’s,

For only I’m full

Of this racket,

This chaos,

This burdening fight

Of characters, stories

That scream for the light,

This rabbit hole,

Endless,

That calls me to war

To fill barren pages

With worlds from my core—

And I fidget;

I bite

On my lip in the dark;

Am I a creator?

And is this my spark?

Or is this insanity?

Should I give in

To this spellbinding blaze

Captive under my skin?

What if I’m deluded,

My passions misled

By this thing,

This enigma

That dwells in my head?

Am I stubborn,

A fool,

To think this could be gold?

But I’m sick

At the thought of my heart left untold.

Perhaps I’m obsessed

And should let it all go…

But a prayer leaves my lips.

And my soul whispers:

“No.”

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by Bethany A. Jennings on April 28, 2017  •  Permalink
Posted in Creativity and the Arts, Inspiration, Original Poetry, Writing

Posted by Bethany A. Jennings on April 28, 2017

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  1. sparksofember

     /  April 28, 2017

    <3 !! Your stories seem a bit more violently wanting *out* than mine. But I really get it, too. 😉
    I've always found it fascinating, myself, how real our stories are to us. And how the best books become real, too.

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  2. Jim Stanton

     /  April 28, 2017

    Excellent poem! Beautifully captures the struggle and doubt and refusal to give up that burns within us “writers.” Best thing I’ve read in a while. Thank you.

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  3. quirkywritingcorner

     /  April 28, 2017

    beautiful

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  4. BlondeRJ

     /  April 29, 2017

    Love it!!

    The first half I totally read in my head in Rosalie’s voice. <3 The older she gets, the more I hear the universal INFJ in her.
    Today we worshipped God by singing, and it's like her body couldn't be still and she had to dance. <3 <3

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    • Bethany A. Jennings

       /  April 29, 2017

      Awwww. I can’t help but dance to worship music at home too! I wish I had the guts to move a little during church, but I feel kind of stuck there because conventionally nobody in our church does that and I don’t want to seem like I’m begging for attention. 😛

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  5. Laura A. Grace ~~ HOPE Through the Pages

     /  April 29, 2017

    Wow! This is awesome, Bethany! What a powerful poem. <3

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  6. Heather FitzGerald

     /  May 1, 2017

    Absolutely love this, Bethany! So precisely right and beautifully written. It’s going to be an awesome writer’s group in heaven one day. Pretty sure Tolkien and Lewis have one that we all can participate in for eternity 🙂 Just think, story after story will tumble out without need for a rough draft!

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