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đż Reflection Sunday â When a Poem Finally Starts
Sometimes a poem doesnât start with a line.
It starts with a feeling you canât shake.
A quiet heaviness.
A memory that keeps knocking.
A sentence that wonât fully form.
And maybe youâve been telling yourself:
âI donât have anything worth writing today.â
But hereâs the truth most writers learn eventually:
A poem rarely begins with inspiration.
It begins with attention.
Noticing the moment.
Noticing the ache.
Noticing the small flicker inside you that says,
Thereâs something here.
You donât have to force beauty today.
You donât have to impress anyone.
You donât even have to finish a poem.
Just sit with something real.
A memory.
A word.
A feeling youâve been avoiding.
And give it a few honest lines.
Thatâs how most real poems begin.
Not loudly.
Not perfectly.
But quietly⌠and true.
Reflection for today:
Whatâs one feeling or moment thatâs been sitting with you lately, even if you donât have the words for it yet?
If you want, drop a line about it below.
Not polished. Not perfect. Just real.
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