I always seem to find myself being “that” person. The person who cries during a commercial, at the school’s chorus concerts, and of course during movies. So why would this time be any different?
Not that this is the focus on my post, but it might help to know that I am inherently a crier. So basically don’t let that scare you away from my advice, unless you’re a crier like me, then all bets are off…….
A while back I was at a writers’ group meeting, and decided to read one of my poems out loud.
I had recently visited the traveling memorial wall for veterans, and was moved by the significance of it. All those names, and all the people who gave the ultimate sacrifice.
I wanted to share my piece with the group. Sharing your writing makes it more than just words on paper. It brings the emotion to life, my heart was pounding but I was ready.
So obviously you’ve guessed it, I broke down crying part way through, and could barely finish reading my poem.
As embarrassed as I was, reading my words out loud to an audience made them real. I felt the emotion rather than just hearing it in my mind.
While editing your work I encourage you to do the same. Don’t just have someone read your writing and give you feedback, but read it out loud and take ownership of the words that you have written.
Hopefully you don’t cry like I did, but trust me, it will feel really good.
I have also included the poem in case you were wondering.
I saw the memorial wall,
made to honor those who lost their lives during the Vietnam War.
58,228 names stood in front me.
Names I did not know
People connected to families that I had never met.
I wanted to know them
I wanted to know their story,
And I wanted to know what they had left behind
When the years pass on, we tend forget.
We forget the promises that we made as a community,
As a national family to serve protect
And honor the ones who fought so hard for our freedom.
We forget the families after their tears have dried up
And the cameras leave them behind.
We forget the burning desire to make a difference
To be the change that we want to see,
And we sadly forget those who are not here anymore
To help us remember.
We forget what it is like to lose someone we love,
Until it hits home so closely it hurts.
Human nature is not to blame, but our self absorbed hearts.
We see them every day in passing, but do not stop to say hello.
They wear their hats and vests with pride,
Declaring their duty to this country and everyone who lives here.
We pass them by without a smile, without an outstretched hand,
And without saying those two words,
-K. Lukasak (2014)