Writing and its traumatizing tumult

Writing is the most liberating facet one can endeavor, but its path is a treacherous tumult, ironically binding you to words in a wedlock fashion. Your soil and clay mind becomes muddied and furrowed, awaiting the seeds of revelation to begin to grow. Sometimes this burgeoning event takes a lifetime to commence. Your freedom lies not in the release as many know freedom, but in the pernicious bondage and attachment to perfection of thought one becomes accustomed to daily as a blossoming finite being.