Who Will Choose Your Path?

As I promised to myself, I wrote something creative today. A poem, called Ghost that actually makes me pretty proud. It's a fitting poem for the day, but rather by accident. Most simply put, the poem is about life and death and choosing your own destiny rather than letting convention choose it for you.

It's not to say convention hasn't served many people well enough. Sometimes it works great for your whole life. Sometimes it works for a while and stops working. And sometimes you find you've spent far too much time going through the motions. But convention is safe. It assures that you will be able to eat tomorrow, that your lights stay on, that no one slips a note under your door asking you to leave.But there is something too to be said of safety of the spirit. Balance of both is something that must be done, as it is hard to feed your spirit without a roof over your head.

I like writing both poetry and fiction, as well as a lot of the other things I write for money. Today, having made myself the promise, I had to decide whether to write fiction or poetry. And I opted for poetry.At least at the moment, it is probably what differs most from the other copy I am writing. It's something that on some level is without pretense, even when it is not necessarily true.

I also had to choose where to post the poem, and I went with Gather because although the quarter that that poem might make eventually may actually come in handy, it's more about community, and although the site has changed a lot since I first wrote there, it still has a community feel that I like, and I may make stopping by with a poem a Sunday Gather ritual. I had left for a while, because I needed to find a livelihood, and now visiting seems right again.

As for my path?-- I've still feeling my way.