Resurrection Through Words

"Words are our tools of resurrection" - Pip Williams

My poetry is very personal. Almost too personal. Almost high-school angst, no one understands me, personal. Almost. And I have intentionally created this blog to be less. Less personal. A way to uphold a writer's persona, without having to include that which drives this writer to write. Saving my biggest struggles and deepest fears for vague stanzas in longer poems. Hiding away the hurts and the pain - the parts of my life that fill my pages. It seems foolish, really. A personal blog of a writer, being anything but personal. Keeping this at arms'-length, to make a "professional" blog. But in doing so, it has become more generic and less universal. Why attach my name to something that anyone could write? Shouldn't this be another extension of myself? My ideas? My words? My thoughts? Or maybe I'm afraid if I pour out my thoughts here, I'll have nothing left for my poetry.

Maybe I need to trust myself as a writer. That writing more will not deplete some finite cache of ideas or poems, but might, instead, breed even more. Maybe I need to take these moments to delve into the pain, the past, the personal in order to revive my tired writer's spirit.