Wallpaper Mask

As a mom and wife, I have a million and five thoughts parading through my brain at any given hour. I try to sort through them and throw away the junk, sort the to do's and memorialize the thoughts worth remembering. Most days I am left with fragments of things that I can barely make sense out of. It's a miracle that others can understand the words that do protrude from my lips!

Writing used to come so naturally to me. I would write and words would just flow from whatever object I chose as a writing instrument that day. Lately, everything feels so forced. I have to dig so deeply to find anything that even resembles "worthwhile", and even then, words often fail me.

It feels like they are trapped behind wallpaper, put up for pretty, yet the light in the room only enhances the cobwebs and dust particles sprinting to get away from the pretty trap. Every now and then a small opening in the seams will spill forth a few nouns, verbs and adjectives, that when put together offer breath to a deprived space. Before you know it, they are in such an uproar, clamoring to escape, that the hole is once again clogged.

So, for today, I will savor and rejoice in the words that do escape the madness of my twisted, jumbled up and crowded space, of a brain. And hope that tomorrow's hole will be bigger, and the thoughts would be a little more patient, allowing more of them to experience freedom.