Today I am stuck. It isn't that I don't know what I want to write. I do. The subject matter is clear. Less so is what I want to say about it. A tornado of thoughts swirl in my head. I am unable to catch and hang onto any long enough to express them in any sort of comprehensible manner.
But I will. I just need more time. More time to think. More time to quiet the emotions that rage. More time to find the right words to break the silence.
I have spent my morning reading angry, hurtful, fear-ridden comments on social media and researching facts that seem to be missing in far too many arguments. I am gathering up my arsenal, as it were, but I will fight with words, not weapons. There will be those that will say it will do no good. They are probably right. I am, after all, just one voice. I will fight anyway. I have held my tongue, refused to engage for too long.
I may be stuck for now, but I know I won't be for long.