The Urge to Write

There are times when the urge to write becomes overwhelming, when feelings inside must be brought to the surface or overflow into the nothingness that resides inside, to fill it to overflowing as well. when this happens, my fingers type the words that must be said to bring all back to balance once more. Sometimes nonsense, sometimes great sense, but all the time parts of me appear for others to read. I cannot help what must be written, only that if it were not to be written I might possibly go insane.

The need, the desire, the hunger to surrender is strong. Sometimes so strong as to make one almost do something stupid before logic is regained and the sense of what should and should not be done. What can be accomplished must be comprehended before one can set forth upon the task created for them and when such is said and done, only then can the path be stepped upon. Only then can one stride forth with surety and confidence in their steps. When the path is taken with fear and uncertainty, the chances of success slim almost beyond reach.

Mentally bound, not yet broken, but bent with hunger and need, the girl waits for that which is most needed and not yet found. Once found, made whole will she be once more. Almost had but found to be out of reach, she stumbled blindly until once more the light shined upon her fevered brow, calming her back to lucidity, bringing her down into herself again to regain knowledge of what once she knew and almost forgot. Such dreams she dreamt while in this stupor, the likes of none she had ever seen before. Finally awake, she finds herself still yearning for that which she found she never had to begin with and would never have lest the heavens open up and let her join those ranks of ones more deserving than herself.

And so I stumble, seeking that which I knew before to be true and find once more to be so as well. Friends undeserved keep me from falling into such pits as would find me lost beyond repair and for that I can find no way of showing how truly grateful I am to them.

Time will tell all things true and false. One only must find patience to see it through to the end.