
Swit Tuesdays; by Swit La Pond
Updated: Mar 28
Guest writer for mynzdreamblog
IT’S WAR OUT THERE!
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!
