Learning to write in full sentences

A rupture can be so liberating. Creating a shift that starts things moving. Because I am slow to change,  the movement is so gradual that when it finally happens, I am not really sure about it. An inner shift that takes me by surprise.  But, something has indeed changed.

All the wounded animals gather to howl.  It does sound tempting. When you start with words, you never know what is going to come out.  I try to remember things that have eluded me for decades. Encrusted, but not embittered, I dig, looking for those words. But, the unsaid accumulates, echoing in these vaulted chambers.  Talking does not constitute the unsaid. Because it is not the same. The unsaid weighs more heavily than any subtext. So maybe howling is best. It can't define you.

Call me Dr. Stockmann. Pointing out the obvious and parceling it out. I examine it and decide how to move with it. You need less as you age. Each word a way forward. Put them together and then, maybe, those sentences will come flying at me. Fully formed. Elegant. Flowing.