Here we are once again…
I’ve been gone for too long.
Feel like I’m not worthy.
Not worthy of penning my thoughts.
Not worthy of writing my thoughts.
Using poetry as a relief hasn’t been me.
Who have I been?
Or tried to be?
Don’t I know of Sellmecandy?
Do I not know who Scrumptuosity is?
My journey hasn’t ended.
I just have more parts of my story.
Took a break—if you will.
I can’t break away from who I really am.
In my soul is ink to write with,
Words to type, thoughts to be written.
In my heart are sentences and stanzas,
Haiku images fill my bloodstream.
A writer I was destined to be.
Be it a profession, a career, or a hobby.
I can never forget what got me through my trials.
The stress relief I had before weed.
The clean air I filled my lungs with,
Was the essence of my being.
I inhaled emotions and exhaled poetic lines.
My style has developed,
Amateur hour is over.
IM BACK.