God of light, the unseen critics stand on my shoulder. They lean on my back; they are heavy, they are strong. They squeeze my head until it hurts. They shake a finger in my face. They clutch at my ankles so that every step forward is an effort. They crowd my brain until the river of creativity slows to a trickle and threatens to dry up altogether. God of acceptance and power, remove the unseen critics. Only you have the power to displace these long established residents. But I believe that if you make me free, I will be free indeed. Amen.
In-rageous Out-terpretation
7 months ago
Please remember that there are others of us rooting you on, fanning the flames of inspiration and dreaming that our creativity can combine into something stronger than ourselves.
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely thing to say!
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