My Voice

I don’t share my thoughts the way I once did. Apparently I failed to translate my thoughts the way I’d have to do in order for the person with whom I was sharing to really understand. So, rather than suffer through attempting to explain things that should have been evident from the way I presented them, I stopped sharing. That was both a gift and a curse. I miss wishing someone would understand my thoughts; but I don’t miss wondering whether someone to whom I had just exposed my soul judged me a lunatic. My answer is poetry and prose; I expose more of myself in those forms of expression than I ever did with my voice.


About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
This entry was posted in Just Thinking. Bookmark the permalink.

I wish you would tell me what you think about this post...

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.