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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Everyday Canvas
"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
September 8, 2016 at 12:36pm September 8, 2016 at 12:36pm
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Prompt: “It's a privilege to bear witness to someone's story when they may not have had the chance to tell it before.” Lindy Alexander
What are your thoughts on this?
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A privilege? I rather see it as a double-edged sword. What if they have sworn you to secrecy and then tell you that they have been or are killers?
True, an unscrupulous journalist would love to be the one to listen to such a thing, imagining the acclaim and awards to come as the result of such an occurrence. In my case, since I am not such a journalist, I would take such a privilege with a grain of salt.
On the other hand, to be considered a friend and be told of one’s innermost secrets or a story is a reward in itself for it punctuates my trustworthiness. In such a case, as a good secret keeper, I would never tell or talk about something told to me in confidence, but even this situation has its thorns. What if the secret is found out by someone else by chance or in some other way? Wouldn’t my friend become suspicious that I blurted her secret story out?
In another set-up, if the story is universal and I am the first to hear it, that would be okay, too, but it is still not a privilege. The only privilege I can think of would be in this situation where the person with the story is about to die and has entrusted me with his story to be told after his death. Yet, that too would result in raised eyebrows later since the person who the story is about would be dead and cannot validate my claims. As I said before, this so-called privilege is a double-edged sword and both sides of it can cut deeply into my flesh.
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