The Day I Stopped Writing

& before I can move forward and marry this man, I must consolidate.

[console i myself on dates long past]

As I sit on the floor going through box after box of journals and poems and papers and notes, I see ME staring up from the pages.

& I realize:

I haven't written in years.

Not even when I had Gio did I truly write.

I didn't try to purge my soul.  I didn't pen things I would be terrified for others to read.  I didn't...

...didn't...

& now?

I feel a shock of numbness. A jolting overload.

underload?