The Power of Reading



The Truth, you'll recognise as my own writing, is a want. It is a prayer disguised as a poem, a hope put in to words when I didn't think there was a hope to have. And I would have fun, I'm sure, writing an "essay" on how this poem of hope has helped and what a glorious thing that I wrote it... but it hasn't. Not in the way you think. No, this poem helps and hopes in different ways than previously thought.

"The Truth is...

Or was,

Or has,

And will be..."

A depressive strong hold. It made me realise that I wasn't just trying to break free from stage fright, not when at the root of that issue was a hand that grasped at my throat and choked away all semblance of speech. "Because it has to be, because I will it so.." Because, without this poem, without this facet of myself that wishes to be able to be up on stage... "Where will I be?" Hiding in bathrooms, or at home, or behind my chosen mate? Too afraid of the world at large to make an impact like I wanted, like I've always hoped.

"The truth is... Because I can't breathe, because if I say it, surely all of me will be exposed." All those aches and pains way deep down, hiding from the prying eyes of attackers with hidden agendas and even more hidden emotions than myself. The poem tries to give me a refuge from those ever invading thoughts and feelings as well as voices and words. The poem tells me of how much better I can be, how much more I can be.

"The truth is, I must prove I am able. The truth is that I am able. And I will continue to be." My poem speaks from higher places down to lower ones, offering a hand of salvation to what feels otherwise hopeless. It breeds the need to be better and feel better.

And that, my dear friends, is the power of reading.
© Karia FelWell