A Work In Progress


I’ve been in a funk for a while.
Major changes had left me stalled.
But now things are starting to settle down.

With hardly anyone left around,
I am now beginning to think of me.

There is a vague idea I have.
Of who I am,
And who I want to be.

For months,
I have struggled to push myself.
The weight of the past took its toll on me.

But now it’s gone.
And I am still here.

So with that said,
I think it’s time I start moving on.
And I mean it this time.

I can’t hold back any longer.
There is nothing I have to hold on to.
What I want to do is write something.
Not just posts for this blog that I am inconsistent with.

Perhaps I will write a book or a script.
Not sure if I’ll be successful,
But I need to try.

There are so many stories I have created in my head.
Characters that no one knows about.

I want to expose my creations.
All I have to do is find a way to put everything into words.

It’s going to be a lot of work.
This may take a few years.
But I’m ready to get started.

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