It Always Comes Back

It's been two years since I've written on this blog. So much has happened since then, but I left my blog behind. I got away from the very thing I love:

writing.

I haven't written a poem in a very long time. Most recently, I was asked to write a poem on behalf of the grandchildren for my Grandaddy's memorial. I could feel my heart sink; did I even remember how to write a poem? Could I write anything at all?

I felt myself shrink inside my clothes. The thing I always thought I would be - a writer - was plaguing me. I didn't know what to do; fear was crippling me. It's crazy what time can do to you.

I was able to write it, but it made me realize that my dream of being of a writer had been laid aside for almost three years. I still dream of being a screenwriter, but it's been so long, and I am deeply afraid.

Has anyone else felt this way?