I want to write today because I miss my friends, their kind
words and their responses to the thoughts that flood my mind on a daily
basis. Yet, as I sit and review poems I
am stuck… almost emotionless. Not happy
but not sad. Not elated yet not
mad. I don’t want to write dark, don’t
want to write about love. I sit and
think about what is on my mind and I am running on empty. I can’t say it is writers block, I always
have something to say. I guess at this
moment I am just coasting through my days not doing much of anything other than
hoping something exciting happens today.
I wait for requests to review because it makes me happy, happy to know
that my friends are out there writing and doing their thing. I just wonder when my mojo is going to come
back, my passion to tell you what I am thinking or feeling and the moment I can
pour my emotions on to paper for you to all read. I miss all of you guys…if you only knew how
s****y my existence is at times and the things I go through on a daily
basis. My moment away from it all is
when I open up the Café… almost as if I am entering a different world where we
don’t judge each other but we admire each other’s passions, feelings and hard
work. I mean it when I say writing helps
save my sanity. It is more than a
passion, more than an outlet. Writing is
more of a savior to my existence until the pieces of the puzzle known as my
life are all picked up and put back together.
I’ve told you all about my failed marriage, my kids, my depression and
everything in between. And everyone is
amazing enough to take a few moments to review my work and leave a message and
regardless of the words in the message I understand that the words truly mean
you are there for me and I appreciate that more than anything. So thank you to those that actually take the
time to read this…. I opened up a blank document and this is what came out
today. Enjoy