He Fought the Good Fight (continued)
I always shared my work with people and friends by e-mail and the
little newspaper.
I was almost entirely out of my egg shell.
I rearranged things in my business to give me time to travel and
think and write and explore.
The possibilities seemed endless.
I came home one Friday with so much energy to write a story.
My writing table was gone.
Moved to the basement.
I was shattered.
I could feel my body going back into the shell.
I tried to resist.
I kept falling.
I had to leave.
I could not stay.
Soon the egg would engulf me and I would be inside the egg again.
So I left.
I tried to regroup.
The short poetry came but no more stories.
I was losing my will, my strength to make longer stories.
I switched to pictures and video to try and keep the creative
momentum alive;
but it just was not the same.
Work began to call.
"We need you. We miss you. Please come back."
Accountants, lawyers, insurance, money, family…
profit and loss,
profit and loss,
profit and loss.
I'm almost back in the egg now.
My head is still out.
I can see out but my strength to climb out is mostly gone now.
The crack in the shell has repaired itself.
Soon the hole will close up entirely and I'll be back inside.
The shell has one wet spot...
A single tear drop.
little newspaper.
I was almost entirely out of my egg shell.
I rearranged things in my business to give me time to travel and
think and write and explore.
The possibilities seemed endless.
I came home one Friday with so much energy to write a story.
My writing table was gone.
Moved to the basement.
I was shattered.
I could feel my body going back into the shell.
I tried to resist.
I kept falling.
I had to leave.
I could not stay.
Soon the egg would engulf me and I would be inside the egg again.
So I left.
I tried to regroup.
The short poetry came but no more stories.
I was losing my will, my strength to make longer stories.
I switched to pictures and video to try and keep the creative
momentum alive;
but it just was not the same.
Work began to call.
"We need you. We miss you. Please come back."
Accountants, lawyers, insurance, money, family…
profit and loss,
profit and loss,
profit and loss.
I'm almost back in the egg now.
My head is still out.
I can see out but my strength to climb out is mostly gone now.
The crack in the shell has repaired itself.
Soon the hole will close up entirely and I'll be back inside.
The shell has one wet spot...
A single tear drop.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
