Wiping the layers of dust that mask the paper,

Freeing the pen entangled in the cobweb,

Letting fresh air dilute the musty smell,

I wait patiently.. 

for thoughts to fill the mind,

for the battle to ensue,

for the strongest to claim its rightful place,

In the pages of this journal.

When the hiatus is long,

It takes time 

to rekindle the fire, 

to restore faith, 

to rebuild reputation,

But I wait patiently..

For there is no progress without challenge,

And no victory without a crusade,