Tragedy 03/02

What a tragedy it is to have your most prized work be of your lowest moments of your life. To have to relive the pain and agony of your emotions every time your recognized for that moment. Is it worth the fame and fortune, to show your deepest cuts to the light? Will it heal those wounds to share it? How horrible it must at first feel to write each letter of that moment in remembrance of ‘never again’ and knowing one day, it will be read by others. Not only does it have to go through critics but they are also criticizing your pain and suffering. What ease does it give to know that your sorrow is a masterpiece. The greatest thing you ever gave back to the world was your mistake written for the world to see. Of course only you, the writer know that it is a mistake. Writing about woes and sadness, the moment it struck you and how writing only took it away. The quill and the ink your guide to healing. Each stroke and swift of it mends the heart. Maybe it isn't so bad. knowing that when each person that picks up your piece will know and prepare. How each will cope and mend their own hearts because of what you wrote. Now we can see that it isn't bout us anymore. It's about them. It's about showing what it is to feel this and know this. To grasp it and understand. It's no longer your tragedy, it's your understanding.