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My attempt at writing. I don’t know if I can go as far as to call it creative.

Oakling

I struggle to pick up on how I am feeling in time and already know I’m too late to intercept my current state. But in an effort to not spiral, I have channelled some of my ongoing thoughts into a short piece of writing. It’s not very good and this really isn’t my strength, but I’ve had a go anyway. Please feel free to ignore it. I’m also probably going to regret hitting post.

It’s a tale of my growing silence in certain social situations.

Tip of my tongue


You know those moments
Where you know that you know something
A detail, a date, a fact, a joke
But no matter what you do
Even though it’s so close
You just can’t quite grab hold and say it

Well, I guess it’s just got stuck
On the tip of my tongue

Your audience are looking
“I thought this was your thing”
their faces scream at you
Come on, entertain us, we’re waiting
But it doesn’t matter
The pressure has built up - too much

Well, I guess it’s just got stuck
On the tip of my tongue

You know those times
Where groups are meeting
Talking and chatting and conversing with ease
Come on, join in, sit next to me
You’re being quiet, where are your thoughts?

Well, I guess they’ve just got stuck
On the tip of my tongue

Your ears are throbbing and your face is hot
Your brain exhausted
From twisting this way and that
Reacting to the directions of sound
Fluctuations of volume and booming laughter
No way to join in, the words unspoken

Well, I guess they’ve just got stuck
On the tip of my tongue

Rule after rule have been observed
And finally after years, understood
I’ve got it at last! I think I can try
But wait! Confusion- The rules have changed
Unless, of course, it’s one for you and one for me
Now I’m uncertain and words unsure

Well, I guess they’ve just got stuck
On the tip of my tongue

“I’ve got a fact, something of interest”
How about this?
Trees, rocks, wood and tools
No, no, no! Definitely not that!
They’re boring and dull- no one wants to know
The heat of shame spreads after getting it wrong

One by one, you learn not to speak

Words, conversation, relatability

Well, I guess they all got stuck
On the tip of my tongue

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  • Well, thank you all for your kind comments. That really was something new for me and, true to form, I do regret hitting post. Not because I don’t think or feel what I wrote, but probably because I feel a bit ‘weird’ now. Best I can do to describe my feelings right at this moment. Good old alexithymia I suppose.

    I used to rip up my drawings and artwork the second I finished as a child/teenager too, so have nothing to show for the hours I used to spend. Something about nothing I created ever being good enough I reckon. This is probably another iteration of that.

    But I am genuinely glad that it resonated with some of you, and even helped someone in some small way too. That is nice to know.

  • in reply to Oakling

    I liked this too, and related to it, but I can relate to the regret about posting too. I've had that when sharing writing with the world too. I'm glad you did share, though.

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