All of our activities to achieve a completed poem are done alone. Sometimes we stop to ask an opinion, consult someone about spelling, a color, or to ask "remember..." But, for the most part the end product, the conclusion of our writing, must be accomplished alone--just the poet, our writing materials, and perhaps our special place to write. In our aloneness, our confinement, when we bring to life the words we struggled to create, we feel achievement and release. We are singular.
If we're lucky, we experience satisfaction in our creation. It begins to stand on its own, and to walk out into the world as a metaphor for universal experiences and feelings. Although, we are proud, we cannot accompany it. We return to our place of creation to begin the struggle of expression again, alone, in our singularity.
--e. smith sleigh
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