full circle

It’s ironic, when I think about it, how much my life has gone, if not full circle, come back around again.

dreams go grey

what once foreseen
will never stay

i wonder...

To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour.

~          William Blake Auguries of Innocence 

the more i write the more i need to write

I'm finding lately, the more I've been writing, the more things I've found to write about.  

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