dreams go grey

what once foreseen
will never stay

why i stopped writing

When my dad died, I was 22.  Ruthlessly, I cut the words out of my life.  I stopped writing.  Period.  Words were my way to express emotion and I decided I didn't want to feel anymore, so even though the words came, I forced them back.

attempts at bringing the words back

Over the past eight months I've been writing a lot, but nothing like I used to, even though I've been trying.  

A Journal Entry

Some time after I decided I wanted to use my gift again, but then had realized I had lost that gift due to lack of use, I wrote this journal entry (you can find this and others like it here or my better & other current poetry persona and focused site here):

writer i was born

When I was a kid I had a saying:

Writer I am
Writer I was born
Writer will I ever be