The years of being careful, watching out, not exposing – me – have taken their toll.

I look uncomprehendingly at the page. What am I doing here?

Let go, they say. Express your soul, they say. Free your spirit, they say.

The rays of light find the cracks. Attempt to crumble the armour. The lock had a key.

Now nowhere to be found. Willing the words to be released. I stand helpless.