Deep diving

All of the madness of now is happening on the surface – the characters (caricatures) are strutting and fretting their hour on the stage, full of sound and fury, but signifying nothing. (To paraphrase and hopefully not misunderstand William Shakespeare’s intent in Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow).

Shakespeare’s own name carried an instruction for these times: to shake the spear. Writing, like that spear, pierces the surface and dares us to go deep into yearning, truth telling, and hope where the shallow has no hold on us.

Daring to dream and yearn for better is risk.

Each story arc of the our preferable trajectory for humanity lays our hearts and wishes bare on the table. But our vulnerability holds a key.

In a world obsessed with speed and surfaces, poetry insists on depth. It asks us to pause, to sink beneath the chatter, to name our yearning.

Writing our way forward isn’t about having answers. Or perfection. Or identifying as a writer.

It’s about anyone who cares enough to dare to put words to the things that ache and shimmer inside us. When we go deep, even for a moment, we carve out space for the future to breathe. Maybe that’s the purpose of poetry: to keep us human when everything else pulls us shallow.

So today, with no experience or identity as a poet, I share a poem that arrived inside me this morning. You may critique if you must, but all I hope is that it pushes away the surface grime to allow something more beautiful, honest, hopeful and omipresent to shine in your heart today.

With great love

x Megan

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