MIA

So I’ve been MIA for a while now. A while doesn’t really sum it up, but anyway….

So if you don’t know I’m trying my best to write a book. Well I’ve written it and done a few edits, but I lost my mojo. Not just mojo of writing, but of life.

I have been wondering aimlessly through life with all hope gone. I left my husband for a couple of months. I have lost 41lbs that is the one great thing that has happened. I stopped writing, I stopped reading, I stop mid stride in life. I’m not sure how or why all this happened, but it made me take a good hard look at myself. And guess what I didn’t like the person I had become.

So guess what? The old saying “Only you can change yourself”, well guess what it’s true. So I’m on a mission to find that girl that longs to be let free.
I’m not quite back to writing and editing on my book, but I can feel it’s almost there.

When the poetry starts to spill forth, then I’m almost there and guess what it’s been spilling.

Oh TGIF!!!

I’ve lost myself. I’m wondering through drifts of fog, grasping onto anything that feels real and familiar.

Hoping that someone can find me, when I must truly find myself.

I’m suffocating through the emotions that course through my veins, yet my body is unwilling to let them drain forth and explore the world.

I’ve never found the true me, only pieces scattered like leaves after an autumn storm.

Drowning in the darkness from the forest that surrounds me, unwilling to let the sun penetrate through their limbs, as the thorns puncture and tear away my layers of skin, I pray for the rain to wash away the doubt.

The doubt that has crept in like a creature of the night, that tells me I’m not who I think I am.

My true self rages to be let free.

Yet I wonder through the fog hoping for the strength to make it one more day.