"Words On My Mind", Extract of a Poetic Diary by Maryonn Grace


It’s been more than a month I haven’t gotten back to you.

I wasn’t tired but uninspired. I couldn’t say it was writer’s block, I’d say it was a life block. I can’t tell you any lies or make up stories that never existed, except when I warn you that we are having a novel and chill night, but it wasn’t the case. Nevertheless, I am glad to say I’m back. Maybe not back for good, but back enough to pursue what we’ve started together. Pondering, expressing, goofing around and contemplating everything that we catch, everything that we lose.

*Laughs. I’m sure you’re rolling your eyes. Yes, I have come back with my philosophic self, so what?\

To be honest, I have put water in my wine, I’m less tense, less obsessed by what I can or cannot do. I’m just living and pushing through.

Now is the time for feedbacks and catching up!

My mind, spirit and soul are doing better, much better. I have acquired “some” discipline through God’s help, and I can now stand up from my bed of lament and depression, and stick my hands through the little crack of enlightenment that is found when you start to speak the very opposite of what you are feeling. Like a soldier with no weapons that yet has a strong desire to not die. Duh, who wants to die? Even those who really want to die are more looking for relief, and for the pain to end then actually dying, well, minus those who really want to meet their loved ones who passed.