The title is from Robert Frost.
Me? I'm trying to figure out why I have not been able to write.
Normally writing is not a simply a compulsion - it's a necessity for me.
It may because my damaged brain needs to see words physically banged out, misspelled, and in increasingly random disarray.
Because I think the methodology of checked, moving, putting in correct order, helps my thinking process to somehow straighten out.
Or maybe not.
I think right now with hugely conflicting emotions dueling on my inner stage, the brawl must be completed, the winner recognized, before I can write about it.
At least I hope - I miss this blog.
"Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is." ~James Branch Cabell
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