Fear of Writing
The endless mind dance of the writer.
Once I was served an iced coffee by the husband of a friend in New York, and as I…
No, I know you’re afraid. I know you’ve been here before, and you feel like no matter how much you push…
You’re stuck.
Not tall enough to cross, too heavy to jump over. Obstructed, blinded by can’t, unable to…
It’s been a mere three weekssince she dearly departed,and I have been here,dreadfully awaitingher…
She’s been gone for a long whilebut today, she’s come back around.She hasn’t been missedin the slightest, but…