No Less a Visionary

I awoke with an inner push hampering my joy. The feeling was familiar and foreign. Familiar to a former self perception but foreign to who I am today. Authenticity is beginning to interpret old thought patterns as intruders.

The push said it wasn’t enough to enjoy writing or to post a few pieces of poetry on a website. The site must have greater purpose (measured by profitability or popularity). I felt a goad to generate a dynamic site safeguarded against static content.

The domain was a gift from Michael, my husband. He wanted my creative expression to have an outlet. The push perverted his purity by suggesting a moral obligation to write as proof of my worth. Recognition was quick; the voice wasn’t for me. I am not currently compelled to promote myself and yet am no less a visionary. I have permission to keep it simple. I am not where others may be but to dismiss comparison is to gain the confidence to be myself. I will continue to…

…dismantle all idolatry, tear down each graven image, allow individuality to rectify the damage!