I love what I have become.
A proud young black woman.
Curious, loving, kind,respectful,grateful and thankful for every life experiences which keeps knocking on my door everyday. Im learning.
The burning desire to write forever torment your soul.
Dragged you through the ground until you admit that you are infected.
Infected with a disease which torture your silence.
Commanding thy self to stain all the blank pages with ink.
You are tired to think….tired to write
slowly rehabilitating thy self with destructions.
Refusing to the listen to the request made by the master.
Pushing afar the burning desire which forever makes you dillussional.
Leaving your soul in great hunger.
Writing is your contentment,
Dont forget the hand that feeds you.
Repressed memories banging violently unto the door of your thoughts.
Forcing you to remember the forgotten memories,
Reawakening all your human senses.
Allowing you to revive the actual ecstasy of writing,
the adrenaline rush which ooze through your blood veins.
Leading you to all sort of places.
Perfection was a taboo….seeing the imagery was very fulfilling.
You have lost the joy of peacefulness
Your thoughts are in constant turmoil.
Tell those murmuring voices inside your head to quieten down.
Making demands in order to be heard.
Keeping you restless and leaving you confused.
Taking charge, pushing, resisting until you surrender.
I AM EXPERIENCING WRITERS BLOCK….. #sad #confused #thoughts_warfare #darkest_place