voice

Sep 24, 2008 08:36

I told Dr. Schiff that I didn't have a voice.

My voice was always what I thought my professors wanted to hear, what my friends wanted to hear, what my boyfriend wanted to hear, what my mother wanted to hear, what the strangers wanted to hear. I think everything fell apart last week because I couldn't speak the right words to everyone all of the time. I told him that I didn't think I could write well until I found my voice.

He told me that no one has found any conclusions in life yet. Every writer writes from the perspective of their struggles, not their solutions. There are no solutions.

"Stars just can't shine bright
with a fog standing in front of them"

I want to shine bright. I don't want to pretend to see the meteor shower. It's colder and lonelier without the fog, but I'm writing from my struggles. My solution put the strongest women in my family out on the cement curb, proving that it was all in my imagination.
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