Finding the Imprisoned Light

Sometimes I amaze myself.

I rarely think the best of myself. In all honesty, I often classify myself as "Average at Best". And although I truly believe this is the case, there are sometimes brief moments of something akin to clarity, when I feel that there may be a bit of light within my soul, imprisoned just below the surface, awaiting freedom. If only I could find a way to set it free, perhaps I would feel a bit more than average.

There is a writer inside of me aching to be free. I know this about myself. Brief moments of blogging or adding words to a plotline that has already begun to unfold serve as a brief escape of the pressure building inside me.

But then the pressure begins to build once again, and occasionally there comes a time when I feel as though I'm shaking the soda bottle of my creativity without loosening the cap. The pressure is building and building, and no matter how I long to write, I don't.

These are the times when I feel the imprisoned light reaching up through the depths of my soul and taking hold of my brain.

Dramatic? Overly so. And yet it's all I can think of to express my desire to write. To be successful in writing. To make a difference. To spill out some part of my creativity into someone who may need a bit of inspiration.

And so here I sit, seeking the imprisoned light....