The Treasure Buried in the Detritus

The Treasure Buried in the Detritus

I have an inner voice;  a real nagging, pain in my ass.  This voice has scorned, belittled and frustrated me my entire life until the point where I had no other alternative but to prove the voice wrong.  I had to work harder, study harder, be the best.  Long hours and stressful habits have left my body wrecked and broken, a mere shell covered in a paper-thin casing – no longer fit for use.

However, by being stripped back to my bare essentials, I have rediscovered my love of writing.  Not just the art of writing but the delectable taste of the words on my tongue as I verbalise them out loud, the feeling a word gives me, not because of its meaning but its perfect placement within a sentence.  This is my treasure, buried for years, brought forth to the light from the ashes of my former self.