In the late evening when everyone is in bed, I can switch off my mind to the everyday routine and open my mind to writing and inspirations…
I can open my heart into an open book, with blank pages waiting to be filled. I can express more freely and get out onto the white crisp paper the thoughts that cloud my mind.
I can unload the images of doubt and procrastination and fill the page with the inspiration that is fighting to get out in the open and wait to be read.
The words form a story that my lips have not spoken but stay sealed within my clouded mind. They tell a story unbeknown to friends and family.
The secrets kept within are freed and tension is released with each word as it falls through ink onto paper. Thoughts and secrets are told to people that I do not know because secrets told to people close to me would not want to be heard.
It is a waterfall of emotion, a glass full of liquid tales waiting to be poured. A new way to release the tension built within my soul.
As the words tumble from the mind, a new profound belief is born. I am worthy of being listened to. I can tell a tale of hope and dreams. I may be good at the pen to paper task of writing and it may become a craft I can perform, create, evolve and succeed.
In time the words will be read and understood and the weight will be lifted … Time will be the book of truth and will be everlasting until earth befalls death and no longer lives on.