A Writers Dilemma  

As the weight of the words begin to swell and settle in my heart as ballast in the bowels of a ship, begin lining up in my mind, as the letters on a Scrabble rack, or swirl about me as a great storm, I know that at some point I will need to find relief, either from the weight, turbulence, or the sting of them, being unable to embody all the emotion that they contain in them.

Sometimes it may mean taking a memory that is held dear, an emotion, or a confusing feeling and searching deep within myself for the word or words which accurately describe it, to share it at some point, if able to.

Whether it be words, memories, or an indescribable sensation, they often come wrapped in overwhelming emotions. Both love and comfort, as felt in the caress of a beloved, while at other times they can show themselves with the sharpness of a bone-chilling winter wind, cutting through to the very soul, or as calculated facts, cold and emotionless.

But whatever the case may be, taking those words, feelings, and memories whence they come is sometimes easier said than done. Sometimes they come with enough emotion that it escapes me, finding release through my eyes before getting them written, blurring my vision and splashing to the surface as I write, or the words fall heavily from my pen and with each impact the reverberation seems to be felt throughout my inner being, causing a pause in my writing, a time of reflection.

But as the morning sun comes up, or as the nighttime stars smile down on me, when I finally put a title to whatever I’ve completed, I’ll know that it was done with heart and soul.


Mike Sutton
Mike Sutton
Greetings from M L. Sutton, a born-again Christian and retired citizen of the Great Lakes State of Michigan, currently living in the Northern Michigan town of Cheboygan. A father of two wonderful adult children who also live in Cheboygan, and a husband of forty-three years, before losing my wife to a health-related illness in May 2020.  I began writing in a journal in April 2020, with the words and feelings that I had wished to express to my wife but could not because of pandemic guidelines and her illness. After her demise, I continued to write to vent the hurt, confusion, frustration, and sorrow associated with her absence in my life, culminating with the release of my first book, “To Lose a Soul Mate,” which was published by Xulon Press, and released to the public on September 25, 2022. In losing my wife, God had given me a gift, one that I could share with others, the gift of writing what my heart felt and my eyes saw, as though looking through the windows of my heart. This new gift allowed me the opportunity to see through the pain and grief of losing my wife and to recognize the beauty that had always been around me, but I had not taken the time to fully enjoy, or be thankful for it. I now write for enjoyment, as it gives me a sense of peace and comfort, sharing my material as a Featured Contributor on, BIZCATALYST 360°, The Writers Café, and Dirt Road Storytelling, both on Facebook, while also working on a second book, a collection of writings from both heart and soul; which I plan to have published at a later date.  Before that, I was enjoying retirement with my wife, after having worked for nearly 31 years for the State of Michigan Department of Natural Resources, as a Park Manager in various parks throughout the state of Michigan. 

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    • Thank you for reading and connecting with the feelings. I also find moments when physically tired, and the thoughts are there, that I can’t put them together.

  1. Hi Mike, Excellent thoughts here. I could really relate to this as I’m going through this right now the feelings that surface when I take pen in hand. But knowing what I’ve gone through and coming out at the other side is where I am at. It has all made me stronger. I have found through Poetry a great therapeutic value abd I treasure my friends and followers thst they take the time to read me. Suffice to say I am a survivor and content now. But I too am passionate about writing and have to feel it as well.

    • Thank you, Eva, for commenting. I have the most profound respect for those writers who can write seemingly nonstop, but I find for myself that either the thoughts aren’t always there or I’m distracted by other priorities which make demands on my time. But when I can relax, I love the sensation of the thoughts flowing freely, as that’s when I seem to feel most content.