I write my mind and my heart in varying percentages. You can determine which at your whim.
Writing about a Bard, Beast, and Brother helped me ease into online expression with a fair level of anonymity. Only a small handful of folks knows the meanings or representative storylines to my tales.
A story was trapped inside and an influential artist helped me find myself in it. It was my story, and while I may never achieve the heights of the great Sarah Angleton, I feel I didn’t do half bad.
Again, I feel somewhat trapped in writing, but let me tell you a little something; Some folks will get tired pushing me down and it will be my turn.
I spoke to a nurse who has seen a fair share of trouble in his life about a similar topic. He has no clue about my writing anxiety and it doesn’t really matter.
He speaks Spanish and has an excellent command of English.
When he heard about my wife having a stroke, he had a “sit-down son,” moment with me.
He said, “lets talk about a metaphor,” and pulled out his phone with Google Translate.
He said I was bound up, in handcuffs, enduring. He showed me his phone for the Spanish translation.
Then he told me, “you are bound to your wife, I can tell. You are committed no matter what.”
“Let me show you a metaphor, the poetry of Spanish.”
He typed in his phone.
“They are that same. You are bound to your wife no matter what. Her troubles are your troubles.”
I thanked him for that. It was a unique way to encourage someone, and makes me want to get up and fight, again and again and again.
I am pretty sure he got the result he was looking for.