Hunter and Gatherer
I look at a fresh piece of paper. I open a new document. I stare and wait for the words to come flowing out of me. And I’m stuck, horribly, painfully stuck.
I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt and frighten me – the idea that I’ve lost the part about me I loved most and made me feel most beautiful.
I’m on the hunt for the lost poetry of my soul.
Date: May 1, 2011