This month, I chose to share my blog in the form of a poem.

Since writing The Girl God Imagined, I’ve developed a deep appreciation for literature—for the impact words can have and how vividly they can paint a picture without ever displaying an actual image.

Writing has become another form of art for me—a time of sacred vulnerability and honesty. I don’t consider myself an avid writer, but I respect the power of the pen and the ease with which words can move across a single sheet of paper.

Sometimes, I do not know what will flow from the tip of my pen until the ink has stained the page. It's that mystery that thoughts and secrets can be withheld or shared from page to page, stanza to stanza.

Night Before Light

If I had a penny for every thought,
I’d be rich.

Some nights, when the sky is settled
and there is nothing but the sound of silence,
sleep calls—but does not come.

There I lie awake, just thinking:

What else could I have done today?
Did I do my best?
Did I make the most of my time?
Did I inspire someone,
or did I cause someone pain?

It is that time of night when God meets me
at the point of transition—
just before the final call,
when the moon has nestled on the other side
and the sun is slowly rising,
eager to fully shine again.

It is the time of night
when my imagination runs free—
free from distractions,
free from anxiety,
held only by faith and freedom.

Yes, I love the night
before light resets the world.

September is here. August moved out as quickly
as my thoughts arrive in the midnight hours.

I welcome September,
knowing October will soon follow—
when the leaves change from cucumber green
to vibrant shades of warm cinnamon,
peppery turmeric,
and tangy cranberry.

Each leaf more beautiful
than the one before.

Ahhh, yes—the beauty of October:
another year to celebrate,
another chapter to imagine,
and another chance to become
The Girl God Imagined.

Written by Tanya L. Scott

What mysteries will spill onto your pages when your pen begins to flow?

With love,
Cealle