I have always felt like I had things to share with the world. Always kept thousands of notebooks, journals and of course diaries. I have written in blogs, wrote mini books which never had ends to them, and even letters to random strangers. But where I do begin? What can I possibly say to help someone? Or what can I say to make you laugh? What can I do with words? That is my dilemma. Words can be a simple quote to a daily inspiration blog and yet after years of trying I’m still looking for my voice. How did you find yours?
Maze
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Model: Asks to remain anonymous
Unsolved
The pain is like fighting in a closed ring of spikes
The emotions that come are sharper than blades
The story will never be heard
The scars will never be erased
The music that plays will never change
The maze will never find an end
The nights will never get shorter
The nightmares will never fade
The days will never get easier
The depression is here to stay
Trapped
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The words have turned on me
I feel scrambled
I feel empty but crowded
I NEED WORDS
I only have a blank page
I have done all the writers block tricks I know. I have spent days and nights outside exploring different places but nothing has released my chains from this blockage. Any advice to break this writers block would be well taken in!
It’s not me
It’s the emptiness
It’s the shadows on the walls
It’s the voices in my head
It’s the feelings that I cannot describe
It’s the memories that scare me
It’s the sounds that ring in my ear
It’s the movements I make
It’s the disease
It’s not me
Poem written by myself
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