Driving through the dark thick fog of the morning, I came to the realization that the big day had arrived. There was no turning back now! The strength of realities’ wrist flinging back and forth pounding at my car’s door could no longer be ignored. Its irritating cadence began to heighten the speed of my heart. The quick pace began to affect every pore of my being.
As the sweat began to stream down my face, I had allowed myself to venture into someone else’s word lane. Their loud screeching blares acclimatized me to the reality of what I had chosen to face. No one else had forced his or her will upon me. It was my own choice and my own doing that would expose me to the vulnerability of the possible cackles of, “You’re not expressing yourself correctly!” “The structure does not meet the specifications of the objective that has been placed in front of you!”
No longer caring about the infinite possibility of rejection, but the tantalizing possibilities of celebration around the beauty of the words. Those words suddenly and dramatically exploded into the abyss. The overwhelming lightheaded feeling of victory began to overwhelm me knowing the fact that a fear had been attacked and conquered.
The criticisms that had strangled my pen for so many years were welded down to defeat those thoughts and feelings of unworthiness. Those words would no longer hinder my love to express my ideas, feeling and cadence of syllables that would fill the piece of paper once again for others to read.