Phantom

It is there!

Hiding in some fissure of the subconscious mind. I can feel it grow! I cannot see it, but I know it IS there!

I despair from powerlessness, somehow I can keep it afar for a while but knowing its presence frightens, appalls me!

There! there! I just could see it again sneaking under the shadows of old memories!

What can be worst for a writer than the so dreaded creative block!?

Fragment of "Walking in the Air" by Haley Westenra.

© 2009 Od Liam.