The Ruins of a Castle

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"The ruins of a castle " why this title ? Initially I didn't know , I guess I just loved the sound of it . 

I'd meant for this to be a title to some writing competition we were planning , we , part of a writer's club founded by my friend Suki . Sad that was never to be for reasons beyond our control . 

You see , everyone has strengths they are not aware of 'till this strength is shaken and you realize it means a great deal .

"The ruins of a castle" I still don't know why I picked this title , maybe because it speaks to me . 

Maybe because it describes my soul , maybe because I had developed some kind of connection to writers in the club and my heart broke a little when I could no longer get pieces from them each week , pieces that describe them and the beauty of knowing someone through a pen and paper ,, maybe because this messed my mind up a little and I could no longer write anything and I felt as if I had lost a piece of me .

Maybe because I was afraid I'd lose this  , as it happened a few years ago with drawing art , fear led to agitation which led to tension and I couldn't relax enough to come up with anything that could pass for art . 

Maybe ' the ruins of a castle ' are just words that pronounce my feelings out loud and I didn't realize that 'till now .

Suki advised me to write something that has a little 'me' in it ,, maybe that would break the block  even though at times it feels a bit overwhelming writing pieces that expose you . I don't know if you've watched how a weighing balance behaves when the two weights are almost equal and it can't settle on anything for a minute , that's how my mind feels right now . 

Today I called one of my friends , he's the reason I started writing ,, following Pretty Dreamer's advice on remembering the reason why I started writing . This officially feels like a roller coaster , the nausea part setting in .



Be ready for a piece from me pretty soon 😌 Apologies I kept you waiting for too long . 

Appreciation for all the advice in fighting the block .

Comments

  1. SukiSeptember 6, 2021 at 12:32 PM

    I'm sorry about the club. We are coming back strong. I promise 🧡

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  2. Wambui wa KigothoSeptember 6, 2021 at 3:22 PM

    I love this....🧡 competition or not....I would hung this on my wall...just to preserve the vulnerability and truth in this piece🎉🎉can't wait for your next piece love🧡🧡

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  3. Peter MwaiSeptember 7, 2021 at 11:12 AM

    Am in love with this 💟✨

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  4. Trendie DaveSeptember 9, 2021 at 11:37 PM

    This is dope❤️🔥@trendie

    ReplyDelete
  5. O-zed NationSeptember 15, 2021 at 3:13 PM

    🔥❤️

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