‘Lost Voice’ – remarkable writing from author Lucy Brazier, the most English voice I know…
I have lost my voice.
I don’t know where it’s gone, all I know is the harder I try to find it, the further away it feels.
As I scrabble for the words, they vanish as mist in my mind. Like trying to grasp the memory of a dream in that twilight time before sleep and waking.
I wonder if I have used up all my words. They used to flow unbidden from places inside, sometimes deep within, other times from that bubbling layer of innovation that lies just below the surface. Stories would weave themselves unprompted and thoughts and ideas would bloom in black and white.
And now I cannot find them.
In a world where self-expression is all but demanded, I am impotent. When words are all I am, am I really anything at all?
And then there is the fear.
The fear of that demanded self-expression –…
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