Contest Finalist 3: On Becoming a Writer – Christine Ray


On Becoming a Writer – Christine Ray Brave and Reckless Blog

Sometimes, adopting the names ‘writer’ and ‘poet’
Led her to encounters with the most amazing minds
Connecting her with a larger community

At other times she thought that ‘writer’ and ‘poet’
Were the loneliest names she had ever called herself
Waking up every morning
To unzip her chest, her gut
And bare her truths to the world
Because like others of her kind
She was complex, messy, containing
Multiple truths, not a singular one

Sometimes she felt like she was writing
To a small group of intimate friends
At others times,
She felt like she was calling out her truths
Into an empty desert landscape
Without even a coyote or armadillo
To hear her words before they fell away
Forlorn and unread
Unheard and unacknowledged
Rendering the writer, the poet herself
Invisible, diminished somehow

She was always struck by the juxtaposition
Of her physical body negotiating
Close suburbs,
Crowded subways and jostling city sidewalks
On the way to her day job
While her heart and mind
Wandered in the isolated wilderness
While errant words and wisps of dreams
And drops of feelings like rich, red blood
Continued to seep out of her
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9 thoughts on “Contest Finalist 3: On Becoming a Writer – Christine Ray

  1. Thank you all for the kind feedback. I was thinking today that the dilemma of being a writer is that we WANT to be seen, but not seen TOO much. We dance on the edge of the knife of self-disclosure and intimacy with our readers. Wanting to share deep truths that truly resonate for others but while doing it in a way that still allows us to still have some privacy and some secrets.


  2. Daisy in the Willows — Thank you! I didn’t write fiction or poetry for almost twelve years and in October something shifted for me and I started to make my writing public. I have had many moments the last few months where it has felt simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating to have my words out there. As all of us do, I write from the very depths of who I am, because, really what else can I write about? Thank you all for making me feel so welcome in this community of writers, poets and dreamers.

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