She’s a peculiar one…

Welcome back to the cemetery, my lovelies! The last few days have brought about quite the revelation for me as a writer. I feel I am gravitating back to my true voice. Fittingly, I have a new poem about change; about starting over. Well, sort of. See for yourselves:

A chaotic canvas, yearning for change,

Painted in the colors of the past.

Illustrations dreamt up by a version of me that no longer exists.

Strip away the imagery of another life. Another time.

Far away and gone.

Bring forth the alabaster new,

Covered only in the memory of lessons learned.

© 2024 by Twisted Libra

Creativity is a fickle mistress. She will seemingly abandon you for what feels like an eternity, then rush upon you like a sudden winter wind. Her icy caress draws you towards delicious inspiration. Once she presents herself, take full advantage of her influence, lest she disappear again.

Until next time…