I have all these words inside me. So much I want to tell. Both my story and the stories in my head. I used to write of mystery and conflict, of love and loss. It has been so long since I let all these things out. Pain is such a glorious mews. It flows out through the pen as fluid as a mountain stream.
At one point in time I distinctly remember deciding that this life was as good as it gets. Not that I was overwhelmed by the sublime nature of life and love, more like I finally accepted that to demand more was only causing me pain. I think that at that point I also lost my desire to share my stories. I want that back!
I know that if I am to rediscover who I am and find my voice, I will need to open myself up to the pain. Open up to the desire for life and love, open up to the deep longing to know and be known.
I only hope I have the courage to push through to the other side, where life is real again, before it is too late. I do not want to go quiet to that goodnight!
2 comments:
Step into the light and write your heart, that is where the best writing comes from in my view. Good luck on your unknown journey into a land only you know and can tell.:)
Do it, Mum.....Yeah, dooo it!
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