Bethany A. Jennings is a YA fantasy and poetry author of intense, lyrical words that reach the heart and pierce the darkness. In addition to her work as acquisitions editor and author liaison at 
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.”
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.
Jim Stanton
/ April 28, 2017Excellent 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.
Bethany A. Jennings
/ April 28, 2017Thank you so much for your kind words!! I’m glad you enjoyed it. ^_^
quirkywritingcorner
/ April 28, 2017beautiful
Bethany A. Jennings
/ April 28, 2017Thank you!
BlondeRJ
/ April 29, 2017Love 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
Bethany A. Jennings
/ April 29, 2017Awwww. 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. 😛
Laura A. Grace ~~ HOPE Through the Pages
/ April 29, 2017Wow! This is awesome, Bethany! What a powerful poem. <3
Bethany A. Jennings
/ May 1, 2017Thank you, Laura!! ❤
Heather FitzGerald
/ May 1, 2017Absolutely 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!
Bethany A. Jennings
/ May 1, 2017YES!! That will be heaven!…literally. Heehee. I can’t wait for eternity! ^_^
I’m glad you enjoyed the poem! ^_^