I must begin again. It has been to long and there is so much to say. I am reminded of that moment where you feel the wave of poetry coming towards you. It has been to long. I forgot what the need to write feels like. It's like you have found an oasis when you have been stranded in the desert to long.
This is the time to celebrate change. I do not want to think negatively. Sometimes I do and that's okay. I cannot control the anxious feeling I have, this is a great drawback of my life. This feeling stops me from writing. I push it out of my mind. After denying that I feel the call of poetry, I have stopped randomly feeling the call of poetry. I just have to use the force and call poetry by name and poetry will come. Sometimes it happens in the form of prose. That's fine as well; I have loved prose also. Didn't Sandra Cisneros write the best prose?
The problem: I have is fear of rejection. I took a poetry writing class during my first divorce and the criticism was heartbreaking. My writing was critiqued as a failure although I passed the class. I tried to overcome the writing insecurities. It may take me a few more attempts but I will begin to write.
Watch out world, It's going to be a bumpy ride.
