I wrote this piece after a long hiatus from writing. I don’t know about you, but my worst fear is losing my gift of writing. As if time could take away the gift I worked so hard to craft. I think many writers have this fear. The fear of losing their magic. Even more so, putting pen to paper and uncovering things deep down inside maybe they weren’t ready to release.
XX, Ashley – Founder of Harness Magazine.
Come find me – @adrelli – @harnessmagazine
And I miss the pen and paper in ways you couldn’t imagine
An ice has frozen over what once was thick and beating
I’ve built barricades
I can’t even let myself in
And I’ve avoided
For its truth would unthaw what I am not ready to face
The breaking without mending
Darkness like I’ve never known it
But an inevitable rebirth
A rebirth I know not the consequences