(A poem inspired by a couple characters from my stories)
We don’t talk about that night
A bar and a girl
The way she smirked while flirting
And the way she touched your arm
We don’t talk about the goodbye
A fight and a kiss
The way she fought the tears while yelling
And the way she tried to pull you back in
We don’t talk about the reunion
A run-in and an argument
The way she glared while walking away
And the way she treated you like a stranger
We don’t talk about the emotion
A guilt and a longing
The way she still runs around your mind
And the way you wish to have her back.
It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so I’m not exactly sure to begin. Do we start back at the beginning, when a kid in fifth grade got a compliment on a writing assignment and decided to make it her dream? Or do we go the teenager in high school with a story complete but no confidence to try and publish it. Maybe we can flash forward from that to the 20 something year old working on a story she began shortly after that fifth grade breakthrough. When she had enough confidence in herself that she turned her story, her work, in a blog that she kept running for a good while.
How many of those versions of myself would be disappointed of today’s model. Months without writing any words. Another slump, drama at home, a thousand reasons, but no real excuses.
How many New Year’s resolutions have I broken?
I’ve lost myself for a little bit and now I’m trying to get back on track. I miss the writing. I miss the blogging. I miss the other bloggers. I miss being a part of a community of people who like to share their stories and ideas with the world.
So here I am.
Welcome home, don’t be a stranger again.
Since it’s been so long, I almost feel like I need to start from scratch.
But where to begin?