Chapter X~ Holding my tongue

 It's been something I've been struggling with ever since I was young. Holding my feelings in or holding my tongue to possibly appease everyone else has been something I've been doing. 

Yet with my writing no one could stop that or take it away from me ever. I always had my own power with my words even if I didn't have my journal, or a pen to write with or utensils to write my thoughts down I always got my point across. 

I feel as if I've been holding my breathe waiting for the right moment on when to speak. I start this blog 8th grade of middle school and I am now in college it's crazy to see how things have changed. I have decided to make this my personal diary of my 20's. Wheninlife started because I had so many inquires to life. It seemed as if I couldn't wait to experience these things so I wrote about them. And when I experienced them I stopped writing.

 

I stopped my own lifeline and then complained to the most high. I'm forgiving myself and allowing the creativity to flow. My verses have changed, my subject matter differs, things are no longer three sided their six. I've had so much to say and I have held everything in that no matter what I'm committed to telling the story. I allowed others to make my voice feel indifferent as if I had nothing to say yet behind closed doors I was screaming into the void. Gone are the days of screaming into the void when I have this outlet. I'll continue to write as long as my lungs have breathe. 

Sincerely, 

M.K