I wrote this piece last month about following the stars to pursue something that took courage during a Poetry Therapy session:
“I was in an ugly, abandoned lot with graffiti and broken glass. I saw the stars above testify to something better on the other side. I entered a dark tunnel. For a long time I walked through it wondering if I made the right choice following the stars. The tunnel didn’t give me hints but it ended. I got out, and I was on the other side: a green pasture.”
For me, writing is going to be like following the stars into the tunnel. May God bless me in my endeavor and help me be a blessing to others with what I have to write!
