We become restless, pace, think, and look outside, searching for answers…..Eventually to sit with pen in hand as we stare into blanked out spaces waiting for the words that will eventually flow. We write for various purposes and in different styles, some words are shared and some held close, personal and/or extremely painfully. If we choose to share our thoughts, we realize that we will touch and relate only to a few, those who have similar thoughts, experiences or spirits somewhat like our own. Thus a writer is neither good nor bad, with his/her words of expression.
For some words flow easily when they are happy and this is a blessing in itself as their readers cling to the moment and dance awhile in their delight. Some of us are more prone or better said, “compelled”, to write when we feel the sharp edges of grief. Putting words on paper help some come to acceptance, understanding and becomes a release valve to vent, even if gradually, some of the pain that dwells within.
We all are or must be aware that the words we write are not always interrupted in the manner that we desire them to be. Our words are the same….Our thoughts are not! Sometimes when we write we are looking within ourselves and search for the answers and often times faith.
