For myself , poetry cannot be written to order...​ ​

 

It has to be a birthing from my soul in trauma or joy - sometimes both; a revelation waiting to be shared, an understanding to be contemplated.​

 

That precious thought... Never to return unless I choose to stop and mindfully seize the moment.

 

Me, yet still only a partial chink...

 

Therefore, unlike so much in my life, my poetry does not need external validation in order for me to share it.

 

Courage in sharing, yes, but not external validation.

 

Perhaps the fact that it is birthed from my soul means it is self-validated.