I am a lover, writer and sculptor of myths and fairy tales. I love love, love that transcends death, the physical body, pain, suffering and all that nonsense. I am old and young, wise and foolish, calm and angry, happy and sad, content and restless. I am a Wild Woman and this is part of my journey. Here is where I put some of my ideas about living, loving, creating and transcending. Follow me if you dare.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Every Word has its Thorns
I’m afraid to write
because I know some
horrible stabbing truth
is waiting for me there in between the words.
Some pure terrible
light of truth is sticking
out between the innocuous dark letters.
And as I lay down my words,
as I pat them
into place, I will prick my fingers on that truth
and bleed real blood.
Words are roses with thorns.
Try to write a verse. You will have to grip the dread rose with your mind,
and you will be bloodied.
Everything requires blood.
Even if I run away from words, if I curl up and refuse to
the thorns will be waiting for me in a song or book or
one line here, a few words there of bright agonizing truth.
I cannot escape it.
Know thy self the Sibyl commands.
Pythia by Candice Raquel Lee
For this, one must have fingers of steel, a thick skin, a
does not quaver at the stabbings of truth.
So, I will write because there is no hiding
the thorns on the roses in the garden of life.
Candice Raquel Lee
Author of The Innocent: A Novel