When Words Are Not Enough.
You know how some things run so deep, and they run so raw and close to your heart that even the therapeutic balm of reflection through writing cannot generate words that begin to echo what’s raging in your spirit?
Right now, I have that going on. And I’ve tried to write about it, because I feel like I should, because writing about it now might help me understand it later. But… I just can’t. The phrases and sentences are elusive. I beckon, but they will not come. All I feel is a silent roiling that cannot and will not be reduced to words.
I realize now that this has happened before, several times. That’s why I don’t have records of some of the deep, deep valleys. I wish I could write, but I can’t.