It has been so long since I last wrote to you,
Words do not flow the way they used to.
Starting over in my poetic release,
Proved difficult when the aching of my heart ceased.
This used to only be,
a form of therapy for me.
Yet like the lost love,
I return to you again,
In attempt to retrain,
This scattered mess I call a brain.
Very nice, Mikki. Your poetic voice will return with some practice ... just like piano, eh?
ReplyDeleteIt is a muscle...and it does bounce back...very much like piano or a bicycle. I'm glad you're writing. ♥
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