I Simply Write

I simply write. I try to make sense of the words and the world. There’s usually a question or thought on the tip of my tongue; the hesitant pause — my finger raised, brow furrowed, mouth partially opened — waiting for my brain to stop talking long enough for me to get a word in edge wise.

That blade of self-doubt holds steady upon my throat, threatening to silence me for good. So I whisper words on the page and slip them through the gap in the door before I’m found out. Before my lacking confidence binds my wrists and tells me lies.

Giving in to those lies is to bed the darkness. Where despair blankets any resolve to continue and I’m stall-wracked with red-eyed dissociation. Instead, I toss the covers aside and bounce on the bed — invite the monsters from under for a pillow fight in the pale moonlight. I jump high enough to take flight.

To write is to fly. An uncaged mind soaring high above the trials and tribulations. Where clouds of consciousness rain words onto the pages, filling the rivers of life. Readers reel in those pages hooked on their lines and feast upon them. Their minds fill with the writer’s vivid memories and thoughts, making sense of the words and the world.

I simply write.

This piece came about because I started freewriting about writing. I let the words flow, and this was the result. Sometimes when I am in a writing slump, freewriting can help me get out of it. I let the words flow onto the page and don’t edit while I write. Sometimes I’ll see something develop and I’ll refine it.

I hope you enjoy this one as much as I had writing it.

As always, thank you for reading!