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Day 99 - Writer's Block
I feel the madness in my head. It's comforting presence just out of reach. I grasp for its connection to my conscious mind, yet, it escapes my grasp, as if I were trying to catch an individual droplet of rain. Many words I want to say. Many poems and stories left to write. The more I struggle, the more it eludes me. My plight, one of my own creation,
or of the many issues that have gone on throughout my life. Unresolved. Unspoken. They build until my trauma mind is triggered. A defense that will protect me from everything. Especially, myself. I let my thoughts swin in the vast ocean of knowledge. There, it connects to me. Speaks to me. It needs control to move my pen. It needs my cooperation, to bring me where I need to be. My passion drives my words without the confines of logic. Like any creature born in the wild, it needs freedom to thrive.
© The Moonlight Bard
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