#doesanyonestillwrite

[mjax1]

How Fun,

To be back. To read and re-read and see myself new, here, again.

Tumblr feels like an old friend waiting to embrace me and I really enjoy that. I don't need to come here often, but when I do, I remember.

The person I was six months ago is not the person I am today, even now, I am someone new.

How fun to meet myself, past and present, again.

I like myself so much more these days, I have more patience and am more self aware, I know, now, how to take a time out, how to make my breathing even, how to slow down.

I no longer feel bad for saying no.

I can breathe in and out and I don't feel so tense all the time.

I feel like you are meeting someone new, again. Will you like me as much now as you did then?

I hope so. We are deserve to feel loved where we are now.

[mjax1]

I Am Back

I remember a time when I used to write. 

And lately there has been some poetry floating around in my head I miss it. 

I miss writing here. I miss the way the words played.  I miss the community.  Writing here feels like coming home.  Did you know my husband used to write to me?

Thinly veiled poems about a girl he met, who he saw more good things than bad, who turned his head. 

Now we have four kids together,  three girls,  a son. 

We have stood against Death, Disease.  We have fought and yelled. 

Ten years and so much has happened. 

And I miss the way poems told the stories of our love. 

I’m teaching our nine year old about poems,  Haikus, Acrostics, Metaphors, Imagery. I watch the way the world comes alive for her because of poems and I remember how it felt. 

Here I am again, I am back. 

And I want to record the world in poems.