The empty page stares back at me
I tighten my hold on the words
that threaten to escape
For a trickle let out
Would burst the flood gate
The flames uncontrolled
Licking any which way
Causing dimay to kith and kin
A risk I can not take
Stuffing them down
I pick up my pencil
And write what is not as good as it could be
If only the stories could be free
About Nancy Beach
My favorite place in the world is anywhere quiet with a book and sunshine. Learning is a never-ending pursuit of mine and as a natural extension of that is my love for teaching. Nothing delights me more than to see the gleam in someone's eye as they understand something that they just minutes before didn't understand. I am delighted and blessed that I have the privilege of homeschooling my two children. I also enjoy leading Bible Studies and am always seeking ways to encourage others and share Christ's love with them. My life is changed forever because of Him and I just want everyone else to have the same joy, peace and happiness I've found. To God be the glory!
Stream of Hope 
I love the sentiment in this and agree wholeheartedly. I struggle with every single post or writing– to be honest. It always feels too vulnerable. I love the image of our words kindling a fire that destroys everything. Fires are good though. They revive the forest, as I’m sure you know! 🙂
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I love your perspective of fires being good – and necessary. Maybe vulnerability revives the forest?
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