It has been a while since I have shared any of my writing- either old or new.
My voice… my writing voice, that is… has been quiet.
I *have* been writing, but none of it feels ready for sharing.
For now, I shall share a bit that I found while exploring old files from my young adult years. Perhaps some time soon I’ll go back even further and type up some of my earliest poems from my adolescence.
If I could ask “Someone, please send me…” now, I would ask for my Voice.
But I am the Someone.
And only I can set it free.