Chapter 14: Conflicted by beauty🫥

I don’t know what to write—

is it writer’s block or distraction?

I'm lost, no path to follow,

no spark to ignite a reaction.

Twists and turns,

they say time heals all wounds—

but what of the scars?

Scars that carry our bravery,

yet this one haunts me,

clings to me like shadows

I can’t shake off.

Why are you back?

I buried you once,

but now you’re here,

sowing doubt,

planting the blockage in my chest.

I want to write,

to feel the flood of emotions,

but all I find is emptiness.

I am conflicted,

standing still at the edge of everything,

with nowhere to turn.

I drift—

uncontrollable guilt pulling me down,

a sigh escapes,

and I give up.