Where do words come from?

I want to be a 'writer'. Really?

I think I want to be a writer.

That’s a nice & fancy thought, I must say.

But as I sit down to write, I begin to wonder,

Where do words come from?

Do they flow from my brain?

Or do melt from my heart?

Do they come from a fancy fountain pen?

Or a forgotten blunt crayon?

Do they flow better from my hand into my notebook?

Or from my finger tips on my laptop?

Where do words come from?

Do they spring from my memories?

Or give form to my unseen dreams?

Do they follow my triumphs and wins?

Or do they throw light on my bruises and wounds?

Where do words come from?

Do they come from emotions that I know too well?

Or do they come from those I am too scared to confess?

Do they flow better when the child in me speaks her mind?

Or I sound wise enough when the adult in me takes centre stage?

Where do words come from?

Do they come from the many lives I have lived?

Or the tall tales of the lives I wish I had lived?

Are they a reflection of what I read, heard, watched or written before?

Or do they comes from unseen pages and scenes I want to explore?

Where do words come from?

Do they begin from what I want to share with the reader?

Or what the reader wants to know from me?

But then, I wonder, does it matter to my reader where do my words come from?

Do they care whether my words spring from my experience and perspectives?

Or from the strange world of AI & ChatGPT?

Where do words come from?

When they can come from so many places, well, there’s a lot to decide…

Where do words go?

Now, that’s another thing to write about!