It’s hard to pour out your heart, when life is weighing heavily on your shoulders.
It’s hard to let go and allow the words to come from your very center, down your arms and through the fingers. How I want to share my thoughts with you. My heart yearns to encourage the weary and build up the weak. To congratulate the successes and laugh with the joyous. But right now, I’m caught. Caught in a web of the life that surrounds me. The children that need comforting, the boxes that require packing. The simple day-to-day life that threatens to overwhelm if every I glance away, even for a moment.
Sometimes I just close my eyes and let the words pour from my body. There are times when I cannot contain them and must let them go free.
Then there are others, like this day, this week, this month if I’m honest, where I’m unable to fix the words properly. When my heart beats to be freed, always longing to write freely and openly the thoughts that are swirling all around me, and yet I’m burdened. I’m weary with life and unable to soar through my words like I once did.
I know these days will come to an end. One day I’ll find solace in my writing and not see it as another task, something that must be done for the commitment and also for the sanity. I’m unable to stop writing, but I’m also not finding the overwhelming peace that once came with it, in these moments.
When I am weary the words still come, yet they refuse to comfort.
The words don’t lighten my burden when it is heavy, they are merely there. Thrown into the wind and sometimes stinging my face as they are flung backward against me in words that aren’t quite right, do not justly convey the matter I attempted to share.
These days are not my favorite, but I will endure, I will strive to enjoy, I will find peace again. Even as my surroundings speak of anything but tranquility.
Until that day, I continue to write, and long for the peaceful joy it once brought me. Wait for the magic to occur once again to find that wonder in creating a story, fitting words together like an intricate puzzle and gazing awestruck as they are understood and bring comfort to those who read them.
surajjagoori says
Nice post and well said.. I believe that there are only rare able-bodies which can evince their feeling in words and you are one of them. This is really appreciable. In everyone’s life a arena comes when they are feeling like a rat caught in rat trap, so this post may be help or encourage them.
Thanks for sharing such inspirational article.
Anna M says
Thank you for sharing, there are a lot of people out there,( including me ok especially me) that have these feeling. We keep things bottled up until one day in the express lane at the store someone has 11 items instead of 10 and we tear our clothes off and do the Chicken dance on the counter. Talking about it helps, because we vent, sometimes all we need is to know that we are not ALONE. Trust me, you are not alone. You are in good company. So stay off the counter Sweetie !!! Luv U.