I fell off the writing wagon.
I was addicted
to writing
every day.
It was my solace,
my poison,
my passion,
my obsession.
But sometimes life happens
and gets in the way
of the perfect plan.
Scatters the pattern to the wind.
And maybe that can be a good thing.
Falling may sound negative
But so does forced compliance
with a random goal.
So I fell,
Jumped,
Stumbled,
Flew
off the writing wagon.
And now I am back
to try it again.
Life happens.
