losing my touch

Adela

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?

 

 

  • Author: Adela (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 26th, 2022 12:58
  • Category: Sad
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Comments2

  • Morwenna

    This is a lovely poem. I hope you have found something to write about since then?

  • Bella Shepard

    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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