I lost myself for a little while, I forgot who I was, what my words meant, and what they could do. I lost my voice, my writing changed, and I no longer could write the way i used to. I was scared of the pen and the paper, scared of how people would react to my work. Writing was my life, but I threw it away, I mistreated it. But now I’m back, I won’t let the past hold me down, or even the present. I won’t let my writing, my one real love in this world, suffer from me. As long as I hold the pen now, nothing in this world will strike me down. No more writer’s block, no more fear. Just me, my stories, my friends, and my peers. Promise.
~AR~
