I Was Here

and gone. Now, I am back once again on Hub Pages. I place I truly enjoy, to read, write and learn. Expressions on a page of black and white reflect the feelings of the author. The disguise not always hidden. Writing can be a puzzle that the reader tries to solve. Picking out the author's truth of words, their hidden feelings carefully woven between the lines. How do they really feel, happy or sad or indifferent?

I was scared away from writing my words. Fear is a powerful weapon when thrust upon a human being. It can stop a person in their tracks, repel them to lower ground like a bungy cord which breaks from the weight it holds.

A mere thread I hung onto with a promise to myself that one day I would write again. Here on my sacred ground of solace and truth. I am stronger for this fall and have repelled back to my passion from which I started so long ago. I have much to share, to write, to learn and write some more.

"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think..." - Lord Byron