A LORI STORY ALLEGORY

I want to write.  I have ideas in my head and a laptop in front of me, and I even have time on my hands… and yet…  I do everything to stop the creative process.  Why do you suppose I would choose to fill my life with noise… with distraction… with things that lead to the destruction of the muse?  She is begging me to set her free – to unlock the chains that bind her – to let her run and dance and fly…  and instead of listening, I continue to turn up Netflix and YouTube and NPR and Pogo and chat and phone calls and anything else that will stop me from hearing her cries.  Why, why, why???

There once was a woman named Lori

Who deep in her heart had a story.

And when she would listen

The words – they would glisten

And make a superb allegory,

Though life gave her many large hurdles

It made her mind strong and quite fertile

But most times instead

Of forging ahead

She’d hide in her shell like a turtle.

Inside this shell she felt protected

Much less chance she might be rejected

She could hide there, unwary,

Feeling not quite so scary

Safe and alone, disconnected

Old habits, so hard to be broken

Left Lori with so much unspoken

And when she did speak it

She still had to tweak it

For fear judgement might be awoken.

One major and true explanation

For holding back and hesitation

Was that in the past

When truth tumbled out fast

It was mostly met with condemnation

Hard facts in her story’s rendition

Should they not give her some small permission

To keep things inside

To tiptoe and hide

And not add to a life of perdition?

The gurus of New Thought would say how

It’s the past and you must move away now

Just let it all go

If you choose not to grow

It’s your fault – and your faith’s not okay now

With winds of uncertainty blowing

She turned to new places for knowing

She was seeking more love

But most times got a shove

Back to where guilt and shame were still flowing

There still is a woman named Lori

Who's still finding her heart’s allegory

She’s trying to listen

For words that might glisten….

But until I love Me – there’s no story