Return to writing after a long time away.
|II have forgotten how it feels, the joy of writing a piece or a poem.
The sunrises and sunsets that would set my soul on fire.
The sound of God's creatures on a morning walk would fill me with glee.
It felt as though it was meant for only me.
I left it all behind that day, when I awoke to the death of my spouse.
Life became heavier when the darkness of death engulfed my spirit.
I went to a place of silence and colorless surroundings.
I no longer was able to put the words to pen.
It became too heavy to continue an existence, without God's gifts being recognized.
I received a review of one of my pieces and the memory was brought back to life.
And thus, I try once again to reach for t hat too long missing part of who I am.
This is my first attempt at coming back. Please God let it b.