It’s been a long time since I did something. It’s taken longer than I anticipated.
I’ve been at this juncture for long enough and now I’m bored. It’s got to pass. I can’t be stuck here forever. What if I just don’t find inspiration to write again. It’s scary. It really is.
I did the necessary start-ups to get me into the right ‘write’ mode. But none of the tricks worked.
I thought of something lovely.
I thought of something sad.
Still no luck. I was going mad.
Now the passage of time
Is driving me up the wall.
Write something girl,
Or it’ll be the end of it all.
The feeling, like a ton of bricks, sinks
But I want to soar from within
Like a dove without a care
Oh! I know I’ll be there.
Egad! Though this isn’t one of my best…I can say…that I’m on my way to recovery… 🙂 Yay!