my word journey…
When I was a kid…
in school…
I so enjoyed reading… and literature…
it felt like doorways…
I loved to write stuff back then…
my teachers would encourage me…
give me a little praise here and there…
I always felt a strange connection to writing—
it tugged at me throughout my early years…
But after high school…
I mostly abandoned it…
I just folded it up neatly…
put it away…
Except for trying to write a few songs once in awhile…
but it was like I had the worst word block…
for most of my life…
I could feel the words…
I just couldn’t effin find them…
I guess it wasn’t time yet…
I was still living it all…
So I laid my pen down…
grabbed a pick…
grabbed my guitar…
I let it fly…
I stopped trying to write my own songs so much—
focused on learning all the songs on the radio…
I bought album after album…
I learned them…
Music became me…
Great lyrics from the heart and soul of others…
helped me see in the night…
The words that were in me—
that I couldn’t find—
I found elsewhere…
and put them in me…
An endless amount…
filling all the holes…
inside… 😎
With my pen in my pocket…
a guitar in my hand…
I stood tall…
Step after step…
strum after strum…
I walked it out…
through the fire…
through the rain…
through the pain…
I walked it out…
across the night mile…
Alone…
but never alone…
I walked it out…
Now…
I just look back…
and give it all—
the final finger… 😁
I think the pen is about ready for action…
again…
A few months ago…
I had a dream…
Words were on their way to me—
riding the night…
I dreamt of a poem…
I was so moved when I woke…
I just laid in bed thinking…
Then—for about twenty minutes—
I wrote…
bringing to life the dream…
For a week after that…
the words kept up…
Coming from somewhere inside…
pouring out…
filling pages…
Feeling right…
like I found a buried key…
to a blue treasure room…
This happened all of a sudden…
in one night…
And it hasn’t stopped since…
I’m just trying to keep up…
I don’t know why it came when it did—
but I’m thankful it did…
The great dam…
has finally broke…
I started feeling something inside…
a hummingbird…
Telling me I should start a blog…
so I did…
So here I am…
So what do I do now?
haha…
I think I’ll just be me…
I started feeling I should write about my life—
so I did…
so I have…
so I probably will more…
I never dreamed how much it would help me…
by telling my story…
Like draining a fevered swamp…
So when I write now…
I pray some…
I pick out my music…
usually a full album…
I get in the zone…
it’s game time baby…
Then I remember…
then I go back…
to how it was…
to how it felt…
to the emotions of it all…
Then I embrace that intensity…
I let my words rise from inside…
like heat from the asphalt…
Then I let go of it…
I give it all away—
for good… 😎 `’.,°~
She once believed… in every story he had to tell…
Once divided… nothing left to subtract… some words when spoken… can’t be taken back…
And He who forgets… will be destined to remember…
© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.
Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 