Speak up! of your true self, thoughts, feelings, dreams, desires... Writers are such prostitutes of language (for the want of better expression). So often we write covert, covered so thickly in metaphor most people have no idea of the true meaning we convey. Why do we do that? Mostly because writers are cowards? We are all guilty of standing on a seesaw that is going to hit the ground yet write toward the raised end to balance ourselves out or in fear of flight tunnel toward burning pits, rather than a burning heart, or abuse the world when its not the world we mean to abuse. Even as people who may not be great writers (I am not great) we know we do this, we know we hide behind words so often untraceable to any source, so when poet or story writer is dancing naked we don't realy see, when we are huddled beneath blankets shutting out the world we don't realy see, when hearts are truly broken we don't realy see, when love is streaming from a roof top of the world’s tallest building we don't realy see. We don't see! why not?
It’s because every write is a proclamation, writers know better than to attempt to capture and tame the wildly free stream, fed from someone else's melting snow in warming sun or from flooding rain, to hold it gently, try to make it one’s own, when one knows each stream will spill along having many faces reflected off its surface, as it should, we drink from so many a stream, so many a stream is sipped from so many a cupped hand to pursed lips.
When a writer writes perhaps it’s better not to try to tilt ones personal scales but rather sink and soar, love and hate as our own words rush through and over us with less masquerade and modest dress when the times feel unabashedly naked or vulnerable, perhaps on fire. Perhaps if writers wrote this way we would seem far more credible? I don't know. As long as writers know the writer enjoys the relationship with an immaterial voice from inside, a slave to our muse at that moment, it just isn’t practical to try to catch fireflies, butterflies, rainbows, bugs and wild horses. Most people prefer a personal letter, phone call or chat I find... Sky writing and public notices in the news paper are always missed by whom its intended if indeed its intended for any single individual, when people walk chin on chest watching their footfalls and no one really reads newspapers anymore.
A blanket message to all speak up.