losing my touch Poem, by Adela, at My poetic side

four weeks ago

I won a prize

for my poems

and with shining eyes

I sat down at my desk

like I usually do

and searched inside

for something new

I'm tired of writing

the same old things

I want to break out

and unfurl my wings

But when I try to write my mind

the walls all go up

I'm so used to shielding

can't refill my cup

where did it go?

am I losing my touch?

since straying from the norm

do I not write as much?

but even though

it's nothing you can see

in the middle of the night

I still write my dreams

I guess it's a good thing

I don't have to write

don't worry anymore

in the middle of the night

am I losing my touch?

or just moving on?

is it bad that I'm afraid

my gift is soon gone?

Comments +

Morwenna October 1st, 2022 09:03
This is a lovely poem. I hope you have found something to write about since then?
Bella Shepard March 2nd, 2023 14:51
Great rhyming pattern makes this poem flow so beautifully. You've touched on a place I think we've all been at times. You may lose it for a bit, but it's never gone. Inspiration comes when you least expect it.

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