I haven’t been writing.
Anything at all.
It’s crazy, because I have so much that I need to say
but I just can’t get it out.
And every day that passes without a single word from my fingertips
it gets harder for me to pluck the thoughts from my brain;
THE THOUGHTS SCREAMING IN MY BRAIN
and leave them here.
I know that for me the only way to be okay is
to purge the twisty-tangled mess;
to silence the committee in my head
that condemns my every decision;
my every choice;
my every feeling
and reminds me of how ill-equipped I am to handle this life thing
I have to write
and all I want to do is not write.