And the words come to greet me
Yet I cannot write them down
I am scared of what they reveal
Even as I refuse
They wait
Stagnating at the front of my mind
The back of my throat
The tip of tongue
They block everything
Until no further words come
Arising
From wherever words spring from
Nothing arriving
At the end of my fingertips
The keyboard falls silent
And a fog falls
Swirling
An anguished sadness perpetuates
And suddenly I realise
There is nothing worse than feeling like this
Who cares what anyone thinks
If my own mind turns foe
There is nowhere to run too
Nowhere to go
That it isn’t
Inhabited by me
And this voice
Telling me
Write this
Now
*I write from the heart, it is the only way I know, the only way I am interested in writing and the only way that I can actually carry out my craft
If I try to edit my way around a tricky topic – I’ll just block myself into a corner
Some people may wonder – why write from such a personal place and I understand – some of my posts are fairly revealing – why do that?
The thing is – on that day – that is what arose – so that is what I wrote
If I try to write something different I will end up with diluted clap trap – every time and why bother posting diluted clap trap?
So
2020 here I come, with another year of heartfelt posts
Thank-you to all the wonderful people who have connected with me so far and continue to read my daily posts
WP Reader is dodgy and I haven’t been as on the ball with my reading lately but I’m getting to that over the next few days and look forward to catching up with where everyone else is at.
Have a great day 💖
