Bearing an Untold Story

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Maya Angelou

I was a quiet kid. I felt like I couldn’t get what I was really thinking and feeling out of my mouth. School was scary but I wanted to be there. I was sensitive. I was quiet. But I wanted to see what was going on in the world. I was a nosey kid which hasn’t really changed. On the plus side, all my nosiness gave me lots of great story ideas so it worked out. Makes me laugh to write that. Maybe this whole time I’ve just been preparing myself to write stories. Anyway, to return to the point, as a quiet scared kid with a lot to say but no courage to say it, I know how it feels to bear a story inside me. It doesn’t feel good. Even years later. It feels like unfinished work. It feels like ghosts. It feels like one more thing to do before I die. That doesn’t sound like a peaceful transition to me. In all honesty, writing doesn’t always feel good either but I’d rather write something that’s uncomfortable for a moment, than drag an untold story to my death bed.

Free yourself, write the words.

Published by Jayne

Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

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