Cold permeated the air as it dripped through the walls.
His teeth chattered comically, so he put on a third sweatshirt.
It couldn’t get more miserable. could it?
Looking at the water pipes overhead, yes, it could.
Leaving his basement, he contemplated the empty fireplace.
Yeah, maybe he didn’t need the couch anymore.
Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled
As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road
Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear
Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger
On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity
Now it was time to pay for all those years of running… A single shot echoed.
The ability to go where you want when you want was so curtailed
Reduced to going to and fro between rooms in your own place
And that was a dream luxury if you lived a studio apartment
Viewing those same four walls every day, day in, day out, hour after hour
Eventually even the strongest of will would start to feel incarcerated
Leaving one to make marks on the wall to mark doing your COVID time
Debating merits is a noble cause
If done in good faith, listening to other’s argument
Verifying your stance is what you want to defend
Instead, today we prefer to find our tribe, our island
Denying that the other side might have something to add
Enabling the feedback to build walls that opposing views can not scale
The bathroom’s walls were naked
It was screaming to be covered in porcelain
Lilly hated doing the obvious thing
Eventually, the plaster would look so much better.
Gazing on the works of art
All scattered around the floor and walls
Left Marcus speechless
Long ago he wanted to be an artist
Every moment of every day he was constantly drawing
Realizing eventually that making a living at creating art was not in the cards
Yet stealing it….
Focus on your wellbeing
Outside the world may be at war
Rally inside your inner walls to defend yourself
There you can rest till it’s time to sally forth to battle again
Neal felt the walls come closer together the farther underground he went
As they constricted his movement, his breathing became more rapid
Restricting his vision to a narrow strip of darkness in front of him
Raspy sounds escaped his mouth as his breath became shallow
Obstinately he pushed on as his vision began to gray out
Wiggling free he took a deep breath and felt the freedom to the bottom of his lungs
*** In honor of those joining me in Nanowrimo as well as authors everywhere ***
When the walls begin to surround you
Reigning in your creativity
It might make you feel claustrophobic
The words stop flowing
Every syllable a struggle
Rendering the process to a halt
Silence becomes the norm
But there is always hope
Look for the sledgehammer in your toolkit
Or maybe even some explosives
Completely shoot everything you have at it
Killing the silence and allowing the words to flow once more