It was as if the words needed a place to go and if I didn’t let them out, they would build up inside me until I felt emotional pain.
I needed to write the words that flowed from my mind, my heart, through my once capable young hands.
And the words that once needed to break free from my mind, my soul, were trapped inside.
Yes, the next time, when I could once again procrastinate and put off tackling the weighty topics I know should be addressed, topics that I will likely continue to attempt to deal with despite the gnawing pain that emanates from the words trapped inside my soul, the words that long to be set free.