Happy Halloween! And on this spooky day I present a poem of something that really scares me, especially with NaNo starting at midnight tonight. (Wish me luck!)
To lose my connection,
With the characters in my head.
It is a cruel thing indeed.
It makes me shake and shiver.
A writers block is easier,
Because it completely stops the words.
But to just lose sight of this one thing,
This one aspect, that is worse.
I still have the ability,
To form sentences and words.
But when I delve into my stories,
I find myself shut out.
It’s like my characters have rebelled,
They don’t want to speak to me.
Now they’ve left me all forlorn,
They’ve left me out in the cold.
I pound at the door they’ve shut,
I beg them to open up.
Though my fists are raw and bloody,
They still ignore my cries.
So on the other side I sit,
Sobbing and distraught.
Because with those stories lost to me,
I am only half a writer.
I can only pray that they’ll be kind,
That eventually they’ll give up.
That they’ll forgive me for my slight,
And then my stories will return.