Quill and Inkwell

Run, hide, seek, find.

Run from the snide,
Hide from cruel,
Seek solace with the like minded,
Find your true tribes.

Run,

From the shallow depth mouths, that make sport of your name.

Hide,

not forever — just long enough
to keep your tender places whole.

Seek the quiet fire of those who understand,
with hands held out that’ll take your heart and make it whole,
Without ever asking you to be small, shrink, or hide behind their own misery of cruelty, they must speak to hide their own pains they masquerade as victories, just to be able to look at themselves without more disdain, they have from inner pain.

Seek and find them,

Not a crowd,
rather a clearing.

Not sameness, embrace the differences.

Find your tribe,

The ones who say;

Welcome, come on in, right this way…

You’re never too much here,
You’re welcome to stay!

Run, hide, seek, find.

Run from the snide,
Hide from cruel,
Seek solace with the like minded,
Find your true tribes.

Daydreamer, soul-seer, you are the one—
the one who was lectured
for looking out the window
instead of staring at the blackboard.

This is for you.
You know what, though?
Do not conform.
Run fast from society’s norms.
Run free. Wander far, forevermore.
Write words as musicians sing songs.
Build the worlds your heart yearns to visit—
the places where your soul
can finally belong.

Soul-seers, daydreamers,
stay away from glass houses.
We are the only ones who can shatter them
and free the slaves held within,
writing the keys needed
to unlock philosophical bondage.

Daydreamer, soul-seer,
do you see those brick walls and barriers
keeping wonder hidden and obscure
as we wander far and near?
Grab a pickaxe made of words
and put the verbs in motion.
Create windows and doors
so our own lights may become beacons
for others to follow—
especially when they need an escape,
a small vacation of the mind,
or something to soothe them
from the mundane, insufferable rotations
of day-to-day life.

Soul-seers, daydreamers,
shine your lights from the depths
of what the heart longs for.
Write the stories. Write the poems.
Build the worlds everyone silently longs to find.

Do not fear the fallout of storms.
Chase the rainbows.
Ride the tides
that new worlds can bring.

Daydreamer, soul-seer—
you are the one.
Look out the window.
Let your mind wander.
Then return with the words
that will build a doorway
for someone else to walk through.

Let your wonder wander forevermore.

She writes the words that rise into her mind,
straight from her soul.

She does not care whether people hate what they see,
make assumptions about her,
or love her for it instead.

The words are her own.
The letters form a connection to the heart,
and only from the heart
can the spark ignite the fire to create.

Create stories of lore,
ghosts of the past,
dark romances,
promises of freedom,
justice, vengeance, mystery, and comedy.

Whatever yearns to be said,
create it.

The soul speaks through words,
longing to escape onto the page,
wanting to be read.

Too often, words are left unsaid
because people are afraid—
afraid to offend,
afraid to be misunderstood.

That fear must end.

Only when we allow the soul to speak through writing
can we find peace, make amends,
learn to communicate,
and build worlds and ideas
for the future to explore.

What a horrible world it would be
if thoughts and stories never challenged our perspectives—
if we lived only in echo chambers of agreement,
choosing comfort over truth
simply to remain mainstream
and fit in.

Break down the walls of safety.
Push the limits.
Challenge your own ideals.
Conform only to truth.
Shatter the narrative.

Build new worlds.
Offer solace.
Offer wrath.

Never stop writing,
because the truth is this:
those words do not merely need to be heard—
they need to be said.

So she writes the words that rise into her mind,
straight from her soul.

She does not care whether people hate what they see,
make assumptions about her,
or love her for it instead.

These words are her own.
The letters form a connection to the heart,
and they need to be said.

Only from the heart
can the spark ignite the fire to create.

Go forth and create.

Create stories of lore,
ghosts of the past,
dark romances,
promises of freedom,
justice, vengeance, mystery, and comedy.

Always create what yearns to spring from your quill—
what has yet to be said.