Last week I did something brave, I crept out of my so-called comfort zone and attended a writer’s workshop. I’ve registered for one before, in May or June this year, but due to baby Gabriel still being in ICU I decided to make the next one. I promised myself that I would. I needed to keep this promise to myself, not only because I desperately needed to get out of the house, but because I needed to be kind to myself- and follow through on a commitment to myself.
Anyway, so I did it. Hubby dropped me in town so I wouldn’t have an issue with parking; and after getting lost for a bit, I made my way to Aniyo Bakery where Ashleigh Davids was on the microphone welcoming everyone. The butterflies in my stomach rose to the occasion. It was the first time I was surrounded by like-minded people, my people. I sat next to a young gentleman, Ricardo- I could sense he was wet behind the ears. The inexperience twinkled in his eyes and nerves dripped from his forehead. I knew I wanted to befriend him. He seemed different, nervous, not knowing what to expect. Immediately we clicked- in that moment of connecting eyes to greet, I summed him up- he’d be my writer buddy for the day.
Natalie Rae Denton started us off with a writing exercise where we had to come up with 5 abstract nouns and 5 places. We partnered up and I got to work with my writing buddy. We swapped nouns with places and was asked to write a poem on one pairing that evoked a sense of emotion. Mmmmm. I hadn’t written anything that wasn’t influenced by the bipolar so this was a very interesting exercise for me. Now that I am well, I’ve been yearning to write poetry, but I was always afraid that a spark of creativity could trigger an episode.
A combination of two words stood out for me and in minutes the words rushed out. I was asked if I wanted to recite my poem; with the little poet inside jumping up and down- I held the mic- my body nervous, my soul elated. I’d always been afraid of giving my words a voice, and I felt safe that day- giving a part of me off to the ears of the audience. They were my people after all.
Here’s what I managed to write:
Seaside villas harbour Isolation Desperation and Loss of sensation To the wind To the beauty To the homeless begging for Mercy.
Winds howl; Seagulls cry For the lonely woman inside.
There. Anyone who lives in Cape Town knows that Muizenburg, knows it’s far away from everything. 🙂
I decided to blog about the speakers that followed in a separate blogpost, they deal with different topics, and by including them in this post, I may water down the potency of their powerful messages.
For now, I’m excited to pour out some more. I just hope to find an audience that enjoys it.