Finding imagination.

I haven't written in so long, it's like i forgot.
Nothing flows from my fingertips.
No voice from out my lips.
No power behind thought...

What rhythm do i have, what have i known?
No creativity, i want to rip the words from out these stanzas

I want to create new life, something that will make me whole
but I am bound by the mental block.
Making words work for me by twisting their definition.
I think of the rhyme and alter my mind so i may just include.
The word i put there, with no feeling.
So i can continue on this already written path, kneeling.
It's so hard to free yourself once you've become grown.
I envy youth even though i am young.
Regret echoes through me,me thinking im done.

I love digging through information, finding out the past.
Wanting something more, asking myself what i think. what i do. there's so much me in this poetry.
How am i amazed, how do i find me. how do i define me?
For years i wish to find this answer.

I am a better me.

Merry Christmas

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Nothing happens

If you want it to happen, you need to make it happen. See you soon.