The Lake Where the Water Falls

They're always in my head.

When I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm angry -- ohh~ specially when I'm angry -- they just gush out from seemingly nowhere.

Words are born in my mind as Athena was born in Zeus' own. It is always such a miraculous affair that I get easily overwhelmed. And as Zeus struggled with the thumping and banging created by the child in his head, I feel the same. Constantly, constantly, they're attempting to flow out of me - not through my mouth but through the tips of my fingers! They're like magic leaking out - sometimes shiny and light; sometimes heavy and dark; still, sometimes sharp and prickly. They simply cannot be contained! Like a waterfall jumping over the edge -- rushing, raging, and swift...

Imagine having something persistently nagging at you, always, every time! When you go to sleep, you can't! When you try to concentrate on something, you can't! Nuh-uh. These babies want out and they ARE getting out, darlin', that is something nonnegotiable.

As a loving mother who would love to but can't keep my children always by me (I don't have a choice, really, they just want to fly out of the coop!), I try my best to find a place for them where they'll be safe, where they won't be forgotten, and where they won't be someone else's. Someplace peaceful where others will recognize them, respect them, and accept them - peaceful like a lake at the very end of an intense waterfall.

Photo by Archie Binamira from Pexels

Thus, I am very grateful to whoever it is I should be grateful to that this wonderful product of people's labors has come into my attention. Steemit, accept the words from a humble one such as me and please give them a place somewhere in you.

Always with gratitude,
@aimeejoyce