My creativity only carries
through in small
passages,
Refusing to go beyond
a full page.
It could be due to several reasons:
exhaustion, laziness, disinterest.
The question hung over me
day after day,
Until last night, while seeking
a poem to share;
A lengthy one, unlike the limitless
short form pieces I keep.
I notice the last time I wrote
a poem with length
Was back in August, while
grieving over my friend's loss.
Emotions flowed
over the page that day,
My written words expressing
the anguish my voice could not.
She always encouraged me
to create, to write, to share.
Her absence has been felt
each passing day.
I eventually found a piece
to share last night:
A poem about friendships,
and the sudden shifts in life.
It felt so good to share again.
I feels so good to write again.
05/04/2019
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