Iβm sure there is a strike going on inside of me.
My subconscious is keeping my feelings and thoughts locked in my minds lobby.
This must be a self-safety precaution or something.
But itβs getting a little overcrowded.
All my thoughts are touching.
I see them enter, but they never seem to make it to the conscious part of me.
Which might be why writers block has become ever so comfortable with me.
I had given all those thoughts very comfy seats.
Not to stay permanently.
But to be processed comfortably, into a reality.
I was doing so well with my new processing routine.
I even felt like wow, I am making progress that I could read.
Then I woke up one morning and tried to write.
I knew exactly what I wanted to say.
But nothing would come outside.
A prisoner with thoughts for cellmates, in my mind.
Iβm done.
I am reverting back to someone I donβt recognize.
Those past versions held feelings hostage in the cells of her mind.
Iβm practicing to process anything, especially detrimental thoughts I can find.
I just know, I need to write.
Itβs the only way I feel free from the grip of the critics inside.
Poetry is my tool, and Its helping me to bridge gaps within my timeline.
Allowing my conscious state enough time to process unheard feelings and thoughts.
from the lobby of my mind.

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