The Writer who stopped writing was stopped by time because time wouldn’t stop for her.
She was stopped by the clouds that had never left her mind, and continued to rage war and stir.
It’s not so much that these clouds were so vile that this break from her writing occurred.
Yet, it was because of the lack of light and sunshine that had not given her much needed warmth.
The Writer who stopped writing was stopped by life, that kept moving when her ideas stood still.
It was the lack of mental clarity that became so prominent with the lifestyle and thoughts she had chosen.
Days into months, months into years…………..
Periods………….After periods….. …After periods……. And an occasional exclamation point!
Before she realized she could still write to save her life
Her mind would have to work at its full capacity in a never ending race against time
I think she’d forgotten her passion when the clouds came rolling in.
Perhaps, she’d forgotten her drive.