Words. Inside.

ImageWhat can I possibly write? I have words smashing around in my mind, in my chest, words that will hit the page like hammer blows, like tears falling. I have words trapped and seeking, and I can’t provide their freedom.

I have no place to put these thoughts – these words – this volcano –  that will not harm. There is no place to set this burden down. I will cause pain, no matter where I try to take ease.

If you see me, realize you are seeing what you expect to see… in the way the proofreader skips over spelling errors and jarring mistakes, seeing only what the brain predicts. 

That sound you hear when we pass is effort…those words want out.

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2 thoughts on “Words. Inside.

  1. Perhaps an anonymous blog?

    Big hug to you, I wish there was something I could say to help. Getting there is the hard part, but I know you’ll get through to the end of this.

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