The road stretches out before me. Its twists and turns often make for difficult passage but I embrace the uncertainty. For through challenge there is change and through change there is growth. I still have so much to learn.
I find myself seeking solace in words. Comforted by the freedom they bring. I crave to become lost within the ebb and flow of my pen strokes – needing to break free and speak what is true in my heart. Yet often my pen is met with strong resistance. Too afraid to put the words on the page for fear of making them real. For if they become real I am left to deal with the ramifications. I am left facing the stark reality of my soul.
It seems as though this is a constant battle. Forever searching, trying to find my way among the lost. My edges have become softly frayed and tattered from the journey. Oh how I long to live with reckless abandon – to no longer be purposefully bound to a society I neither want nor need. To be able to embrace beauty on my own terms. To love unconditionally and without apprehension. And even though my heart is fierce and loves without boundaries, it remains guarded, afraid of what lurks in the shadows.
This is how I imagine it is to live with a relentless heart. To live with such intensity that your inner fire has no choice but to burn – reaching every corner of your being, filling you with life and feeding your soul.
This piece is a product of my Bigger Picture Blogs Writing Circle. Our prompt for this assignment was “relentless“. Come on and join us!
