Recovery

It's true...

I've begun to rewrite. 

I've often pondered 'What happened to the fire; the innocence?’  Life is the page turner, and as much as we'd love to linger, we are compelled to continue.

    Perhaps it was the changes? I wondered...did my voice find a different avenue?  An accomplished acquaintance told me that my writing was affected.  It took me years to understand, perhaps even to the point of me delving into the psychology of how we humans think and then feel.

Affected, in psychology is defined as feelings.... I remember clearly I suspected a subtle insult when I was told my writing was possessed; and in that I felt the tug of inadequate.  I smile to reclaim the ability to feel; then convey.  Knowing as I do enjoyment in the journey; I thought I'd pass some changes along...

A Heartbeat Tale

In an effort to quell any suspicion to heart’s misgivings he whispered

  "My love for you has no limits"

She smiled, brightening to the ideal, she replied

  "Now you're being redundant"

Passionately locking fingers they drew nearer,

laughing heartedly through the fog of their fearful delusion.