A Speechless Writer
Hopeful the words flow again
I stopped writing in October 2022. Come November, I couldn’t get the words to flow anymore.
A clog without the gel of lubrication.
These circumstances are a writer’s nightmare — I was indifferent.
Lately, I feel a tug in my soul. A desire to write.
Who am I to dare attempt a restart?
There lies a resistance to returning after abandonment. The shame of unwritten words, the guilt of unexpressed creativity in my art of short fiction.
It’s difficult to acknowledge the truth. I stopped showing up. Will I allow disappointment to chip away at my heart and stop me from writing?
Haunted by not making better decisions. Psychological horror; because it’s frightening to face yourself.
When the choice is yours, yet; fear pulls you away from your intentions.
It takes courage.
I hope, I’m back now …
