Swit Tuesdays; by Swit La Pond

Updated: Mar 28

Guest writer for mynzdreamblog


Sometimes I find it hard to write. My mind just won't spread to creativity. At

times because I am sad and cannot escape my head, aches, and woes. But

sometimes, I find no reason at all. Just a blank day, I guess. I have tried forcing

myself to write in such a mood, and it never works. My creative train runs out of

power within a few lines to none.

Other times, though, it is purely a matter of a topic, and the aura carries is its

possibility to be a ticking time bomb or a grenade in hand. I think of discussing

politics sometimes, but my views are so divergent from the norm, I support none

and judge all alike. Delving into what I mean would most certainly rub some the

wrong way, hence, best to stay away.

Think of love, I could directly disprove an

act others value and consider love, and in turn, get yet another argument, on

purely personal matters. Better let it be. I could open up my heart and pour it out,

but there is always going to be those who think it's attention-seeking, show off or

otherwise, so why put myself in the firing line knowingly? How to raise kids, and

moral standards still spark hatred and segregation, why drive the rift any deeper

and wider? Religion is a sure atomic bomb. One divergence from the expected

and persecution hails likes stones to a martyr. Who cares if you are good and

human if you step over one rule in the sacred text. Forgiveness is for the Sabbath.

Try writing about sport and you will find out how many fanatics there are and the

lengths they would go to show their support. General gender matters spark

national uproars, and so do race and equality. Nothing is safe to step on, no

matter how light toed you can be. Where media and law fail, social media will clip

your wings. Rules and guidelines mark every genre, every dream, and every

attempt. The limitations bite off chunks of determined spirits and promising

words ruthlessly in seconds. Only to move on to the next like hellfire trends.

It matters not when you are just numbers and algorithms on the net. Who cares

if your spirit is broken and your dream shattered, it’s worth a few seconds

of entertainment.

It is just draining, sitting and staring at a blank page. The preparation, mentally, of a

soldier to battle. Sure to face enemy fire, but certain of the friendly backup.

Necessity sometimes outweighs opinion. It’s a battle to wage the victory

uncertain, yet worth every drop of ink.

This, here, is my salutation to all the authors and poets out there. It is a war every

time, laced with public disapproval and insult but promising a more worthy

result of probably bringing a smile and warmth to a heart weary and in need.

Cheers to all the authors out there!

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