nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

Complacency - ORIGINAL PROSE

Complacent, the feeling I am used to; I know it well, its become a dear friend. Scared of the unknown, hated for all I am and could ever be, for the critic in my head remembers all slights and the audience cannot get enough of my humiliation in place of entertainment - my only true value, or so they tell me. Complacent in my own downfall, so I write and write until my fingers bleed, but its never enough, never enough to satisfy. Learn from all you have written before, write more and grow, but complacency is a verb and I remain stuck in place.

Fill in the blanks and stare at empty pages, soon enough they begin to stare back at you, disapppinted, judgemental, angry until they are not, for the audience is weighed dowm by boredom and requires so much more than flowery language and half-baked metaphors. Speak freely and write as you will, fill in the blanks with words your own and never let go of why you write: to overcome and prevail, to find and write truths, lies and everything in-between, to speak of love and feelings you cannot express elsewhere, to remain candid and never shy away from what makes you uncomfortable, especially if it makes others think.

Learn to grow and write as you may, learn from all which has transpired and write it down as though it were profound, insightful, thought-provoking, for it matters not if it hurts to do so and brings you to tears, for if it can pull another back from the edge, to uplift them and speak to their heart, then some good can come from pain and gold can yet come from spinning the fine hairs of life and all it holds dear. Learn to lift and speak as you must, for if it begs to be voiced, spoken into existence then so it must be, come what may, it shall be and the world must know it has been recorded for all to see.

Fear grips me still, I worry not for my mind but my heart to break once more as the world reads all which I hold dear. But still, I write on, for it begs to be written and deserves to live its life. Go on and live.