“Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage.”
― Richard Lovelace
For those of us who are attempting or have attempted to write our story (I’m referring to the story of our lives whether it’s a memoir or through short stories or poems), something always seem to stop us from finishing it (or in my case, starting). It’s like there this solid wall blocking my way, more specifically my pen, from getting the words out of my head.
The words are there and so are the images, but I feel like my head (or something else altogether) is like a cage keeping them within invisible bars.
It is so utterly frustrating.
I keep asking myself – what’s holding me back?
Fear of what?
Of hurting someone who I love? Or, hurting myself?
Fear of the truth. Of finally allowing myself to be freed of all the pain I kept locked in
A writer who’s caged by past regrets and unwilling to let them go because she believes she deserves all the pain she feels.
How messed up is that?
My heart knows I must write my story, but convincing whatever part of me that’s holding the words back has been a battle I’ve fought for years.
A battle I fear I will ultimately lose.
What about you? Are you struggling to free your words?