“Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.”
― Sigmund Freud
Poets are the messengers of the soul. The expanders of the heart. The sailors, the gypsies, the wanderers. If I would want to belong to anything, to anyone, to anywhere, it would be to belong to the poets. But belonging is such a drag. So harsh in its desperate plea. Maybe I just long to BE. Not to belong to anything anywhere. Just to be. A poem just IS and poets just ARE. And so I. Just I. Just AM.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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