Childless

I think one of the hardest things about living is…those moments when so many emotions well up within and seek release, locked within, too big, too vast to be expressed.  And the worst part, is knowing that there has to be a way to show the world what you feel, yet the words won’t come.  The chords won’t form.  And so it threatens to break you, to drown you.  Like childbirth.  The child is just too big and you push and push and it hurts so bad and you think how great it would feel to get that release, to purge yourself of this overwhelming amalgam of nameable and unnameable feeling roiling beneath the surface.

Yet, all I can express is how I can’t express myself.