Why do I refuse to write?

Someone advised me at some point that I just have to write that I am lazy to write whenever I feel so. So here I go...

It has been a week that I have been ignoring my writing voice... I feel so frustrated. Why couldn't I just jot down those phrases formed in my mind for future writing...

And this article came in installments...

It’s been a while…

This afternoon, I promised myself to write even just an article. In my promise, I told myself that I shouldn’t get tired of writing and that I should always find time to write. Lately, or has it been a month already? Perhaps, weeks? When I try to look at the time, it has been weeks since I last wrote my article.

It was a few years ago when I fell in love with writing but even before that, I believe that I have already demonstrated showed enthusiasm when it came to writing.

In my mind, I have always let words form poetic sentences. But it was only during the last decade that I was able to finally realize what I needed to do. Yes, it has to be credited to generous poets who have shown me the way into the heaven they have always known before me.

I question myself…

Why am I not making time for writing when it has been my act of refuge in times of trouble a few years ago?

So now, even just a few paragraphs, I will not withhold myself.