As a young person I read and wrote with such urgency I thought my life would end if I stopped. My finger tips ached from holding the pen so tightly. I was trying to convey my feelings with pen and paper trying to make sense of the darkness that was quickly expanding around me. Words saved my life, rather than thinking about the trauma in my life , I experienced fantasy, comedy, romance and tragedy at the hands of a paperback .The escape was spellbinding so I read and I read and although the characters were flawed I gained a connection. It gave me hope that with all my flaws I too can succeed, so I wrote and all my thoughts and feelings spilled onto the paper. Words saved my life.
I have been disloyal to the very thing that saved my life, I have neglected and disregarded its medicinal properties. Slowly breaking the connection because I thought only darkness could inspire me. Not taking advantages of the gift I was given is a travesty.
I started this blog in 2012 and the last post was last year 2013 even then the posts were limited. I am now going to make an effort to write and read more frequently. I will post old and new poems on this blog. I have rested for a very long time on this writing journey I must now get up continue my journey.
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