Writing Under Pressure

Thoughts and Things


Seek and you shall find

Words escape me. An oddity given the fact that I am a writer.

Lost for words. Or perhaps not lost- just…

Just under the surface.

Occasionally escaping the depths from which they rest.

A voice buried beneath years of…years of small and seemingly insignificant events.

Events that all snowballed into one large barrier, keeping me from feeling- Free…

Freedom.

That’s what the voice within me seeks.

To speak freely. To be heard. To be respected.

To feel safe.

For reasons I have yet to understand this voice within still fights; despite years of being quieted…it fights.

It fights to be heard. I fight to pull it to the surface.

On the verge of discovery. Here it comes…



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