Breaking hiatus

As I stare into this blank white page gathering my wildly racing thoughts and trying my hardest to finish a sentence before another notification distracts me and pulls me away into mind numbing abyss, I finally muster up all the ounce of writing courage to wake myself from a deep slumber that I slipped into unbeknownst to myself few years ago. Old memories started to flicker and just as a baby learn to speak; I try to find the prose and vocabulary of writing that once cast an enchanting spell on me. ‘Old memories die hard’ they say, oh! Wait, who said that? I know I have heard it somewhere and without further ado I google those words and voila there it is ‘A poem by Francis Duggan’ and a beautiful one at it too.  

The best years in my life by now are well gone
But fond memories of what was are still living on
Like the song of the robin and the sweet scent of hay
In the warmth of the sunshine of a nice Summer's day
Old memories die hard as some do like to say
And for as long as i live such things with me will stay

After years of contemplation and lack of will to complete the story that I always wanted to comes the bitter sweet acceptance of a colder reality that writing is not about accomplishments or sorcery of words that hypnotizes people and rids them of their earthly sorrows or at least not all mortal beings are blessed with that privilege. As consequence of time, our perspective shifts and priorities change for better or worse. Writing always seemed magical and out of the world for me but now it just seem more rooted in grounds of reality because old glasses are broken and only glass I’m left with  now and for a foreseeable future depict a whole different picture. There is a phrase floating around that writing is ‘therapeutic’ but I agree to disagree because I consider it as bare reflection of a person’s true self and it can be as terrifying as it can be soothing. Unassuming, Honest, Unapologetic writing is a rare commodity and I dare wish that one day I may allow myself to write without limitations and fear of self. Until then, I am going to try to rekindle the old flame of writing and write whole-heartedly without the every prying eyes of judgement and fear of being morally right or wrong. Everyone should write at least once in their life without inhibitions for what we write liberates us but ghosts of unwritten words may chase us until we write its piece. 

                                                                      -- Write and you shall be free !