Write It
It was my first attempt at writing.
I remember the setting and the city.
The theme expressed my feelings at 19,
which seemed to have been a 'crisis point'
in my transitioning from boyhood into manhood.
That piece has been in my possession
for more than 50 years but never printed.
I was a moth in a cocoon longing to break free.
I was like a baby sparrow I once met stranded on the ground.
The difference was that I gave the little sparrow a lift, and
he was able to flap his little wings and fly away. I had no one.
I was a grown boy turning into manhood without a man to turn to.
So I turned to pen and paper to release what was ailing me inside.
I should have known back then that writing was a large part of me.
I had great ambition, but was feeling alone without guidance or direction.
I must have gotten distracted, took the fork in the road that didn't say,
"writing". I've been a minister, social worker, counselor, baker, and so
many other things, but I only returned to writing 18 years ago. The
'writing bug' never left me alone, surfacing again and again. Now I write.
I am eternally grateful that the Lord allowed me to live long enough to write.
090122PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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