After more than a month my page is back online.
After it went down; for a minute I panicked, but quickly I was back to feeling fine.
At times I did miss my baby; it’s mine.
I’d let go, continued to go with my flow.
Yet just a few moments ago;
my baby came back online to show.
Everything happens for a reason.
Back in September we were in a different season.
Now it’s October and this month is also almost over.
So much has happened, yet nothing at all.
Know what I mean y’all?!
Still residing in the same town.
I continued to write, yet it started to give me one after the other frown.
Poems are less likely to come through.
I feel that shortly they will no longer be here for me and you.
They will go just as they came;
without warning but leaving me with a whole new ball-game.
One for which I had to overcome some ‘insecurity-shame’….
I keep getting messages from a different dimension.
For almost eight months they have been holding me in suspension.
This morning right before my page went back up;
they told me: hang in there, don’t stop.
A new chapter is about to begin, it’ll make you spin, sing, no more need to cling to a fling.
Now I’m starting to understand why I keep seeing besides 11:11, 9:11 on the clock.
An ending is merely a new beginning; might I be in for a shock?
Anyhow: I am happy to be back.
Words flowing back to paper to ‘attack’.
Wonder what they mean with that?
I keep going with these words;
they still are my love-curse!