What if the past is all you have?
A line in one of the hymns I listen to says "Don't look back, looking back only brings regret."
What if all you have is the past?
When I try to look forward, all I see is the darkness of a failed writer.
Today, I thought back years to all the people I helped and how they've had the breaks and moved forward with books and contracts to write.
What did I get?
Nothing, I can't even get articles in magazines about disabled people, and contracts, I gave that idea up years ago.
I used to hope for a writing contract, but it never came.
At some point the hope turned to a realization that reality held no hope of a writing contract.