That image you posted, if it were of myself, reflects the effort it took to let thoughts flow directly, without religious ox-bows that warped around forbidden impulses or perceptions.The floods of feelings l had were ever hitting snags piled up by regulations, the finger waggles of old holy men.
The muse avoids us when we post “no trespassing”signs to ward off our genuine feelings.
To create poetry —even fiction—as long as we are not lying to ourselves as we write.
Strong fiction tells truth.
l am fighting for truth now that l have left religion behind.