The Moment

As I closed my notebook, as an invisible weight lifted off my chest, a voice inside of me asked, 

“Why did you write, again?”

To which, I couldn’t find an apt answer.

All I know is that there were thoughts; chaotic, messed up, sad, happy thoughts-  they screamed into my ears.

They were trying to reach out; 

To whom, I will never know.

There was an uneasiness that had made its residence inside my heart, turning it into stone cold in the process.

There were things I couldn’t speak of,

And there was no one to listen.

The wind blew open my notebook, my pen lying in wait next to it. 

In that moment, I knew what I had to do.


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