Saturday, April 5, 2014

Express Yourself

Why is it I find it so incredibly difficult to write? It's in my soul. It's what I was born to do I know and yet it's almost like torture each word or sentence my fingers type. Is it because I know I can not lie. My best writings come from truth. Truth I have experienced or felt. My best writing exposes me to the word like a naked woman trying to cover herself and hide all her flaws, so afraid of the judgment of others, not wanting anyone to see her nakedness or her ugly scars. And yet, if this is what I was born to do, if it's in me beating on my heart to get out, it's also torture to keep all these words inward to myself, to not use the gift I've been given. And so, like that naked and scarred woman, I must stop hiding and be free. I must let the word see all of me...the beautiful as well as the ugly. Keeping it inside will just make it fester and rot and slowly kill any gift I may have left to offer the world.

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