my thoughts on life, love, faith, and motherhood
My own words intimidate me Afraid to pick up the pen and write Scared of what the scribbles will read. Thoughts pile up in my mind at night unable to stop the flow. I cannot stifle these words that rattle and steep within my brain any longer. They're within me intended to come out. Somehow, they must find paper and a voice. Like Frankenstein's monster, these inanimate thoughts need breath and life and only I can free them. The longer I wait, the stronger the pull on my gut that I'm missing something. That part of who I am is locked away, the pen in my hand the key. Be bold, be brave, let your light shine. These words and God's light inside me are gifts meant to be shared. If I seal it off, I will wilt. Part of myself will die without use And the part that remains will always wonder What would have happened if I had tried?
Oh I love this! Such a beautifully poetic description of feelings I too so often feel in this writing journey. So grateful you put pen to paper and shared this!
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Thank you so much, Lauren! xoxo, Miccah
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You explain so perfectly what it feels like at night when the words come – and they need to come out! Beautiful, haunting, grace!
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Thank you so much, Maryleigh! xo, miccah
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