it feels weird to write again

i haven’t written in so long i don’t know
where to begin.
do i talk about the
days or the
weeks or the
months
since i last put a pen to paper;
since i last sat still long enough to
acknowledge to
understand to
accept everything that’s been
cluttering my mind.
thoughts and emotions and worries
and stress and deadlines and consequences and –
should i just carefully carve you a map to make it
easy to follow my most recent journeys
full time job, full time school, full time healing, full time sobriety or
do i leave it all unpaved, like i found it and
you can decide if you want to stand in my footsteps,
walk the trail i’ve been stumbling through.