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My Expression

birch trees and some sunlight

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I mentioned a quote in the poem of my introduction post:

“The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson.

I truly believe that quote. If we do not express ourselves, we are not complete. I exist for my art, my writing, as much as it exists for me. If you have not read any of  my writing, then you can not truly know me. In fact, sometimes I feel I am more honest, more alive, in my writing than in reality.

Being a writer is a crucial part to my identity, whether it be writing poetry, journaling in a diary or blog, or working on a novel. All these are expressions of my soul and in turn shape me as the person I am. My writing allows me to stand out to the world as I never could any other way. It is the only way for an introspective person such as I am to be bold and confident. I let people see me through my writing. Betsy Lerner says it well, “Indeed, the great paradox of the writer’s life is how much time he spends alone trying to connect with other people.”

I want to share that poetic, whimsical side with you. So run with me through a forest of birch trees, while butterflies and fairies dance around us.

As I am the first in our rotation, here’s what you can expect from our schedule. The six of us will be blogging in rotation, in the order of our introductions, on alternating weeks.

 

Meeting Mary

More Than What You See

“The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I am only half what you see –
you can’t learn all from a picture;
yes, you see my hair is blonde,
my eyes are blue,
perhaps estimate my height…
but my fair skin and features are not all
that make me who I am.

I am thoughts, ideas,
creations, emotions,
memories.

I am tears –
let loose so easily
but making me strong not soft.

I am survivor –
wrought in the fire
to strengthen my faith.

I am chiaroscuro –
not all light or dark alone
but the contrast and shadows they create.

I am love –
wrapped gently
around my husband and my son.

I am seeds –
blown from a dandelion
swept up by the air in flight.

I am words –
brewing inside of me
are ideas that will form poems and stories.

I am me –
take me or reject me,
but you cannot change me.