Monday, June 13, 2011
so i spent 4 hours last night and 6 hours today at my new fave coffeeshop, listening to some talented men and women battle it out in a really awesome poetry slam. talk about being overwhelmed with inspiration. these people made me laugh, made me cry, made me think, made me reflect, made me write. and write and write and write. i have the beginning of like 20 poems, all to be finished when the time is right, whenever that is...
i am so jealous of how these people are able to stand in a room packed with strangers and let their souls pour out into the mic. i see how full of emotion they are when they finish, breathing hard and storming off the stage, faces packed with emotion, as if they've been drained of their energy, along with their deepest secrets and their wildest fears.
i'm jealous because i think it must feel good to be so drained. all the bad stuff out on the table, front and center, to confront instead of filed away inside emotional attics, collecting and accumulating until there's no room for the stuff we really need to hold on to.
i close my eyes and picture myself behind the mic, free of my inhibitions and ready to share what's on my mind, what's in my past, things i've never shared with anyone. things i never thought i would.
i think that must be freedom.