So many voices lend themselves to fear. Gladly they clamor in my head, swooping in dark noisy crowds. There the voice of the award-winning journalist who will read my essay, and laugh of course. There the voice of my classmate, surprised at my ineptitude. There my editors waiting for my overdue draft. There the other who cannot be bothered to edit such poor work. There my instructor who doubted me from the first. There myself afraid of being labelled trite, silly, cliched. There my doctors, screeching against my sleepless nights. There myself trying to plan three things at once. They bounce and echo in mocking delight as I duck and cover.
Their squawks grab words out of my throat before I can voice them. My silence cannot compete with the voices. I duck and cover, and fail to write.
This time, the charm I struggle to remember isn't one of light, but a different darkness. On a deserted campus, near the one gate to the football field. My room lay at the other end of that unlit swath, in a building deserted as only a college can feel during the summer break. The tree by the gate filled with a silent swarm of fluttering bats. Without a light, without a friend, I closed my eyes and walked through, untouched. If only I could muster up a similar quiet in my mind today.
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