Owl Poetry & Prose
I Lost My Poetry
Sep 30, 2023
I lost my poetry
In the midst of the rat race and the noise
of constant despair
In the midst of the pain and the feeling
of not being able to express
Not via poetry, perhaps prose
Of thinking it is not enough, as in good
Yet I miss what I lost
As do many each day
For poetry is mine to feel, sometimes
to heal
Yet not for months has that feeling healed
And so I seek that which I ought
For license to write is not anyone’s to be
Fought or bought
And hence I shall strive to believe in my
ability, poetry that is
And find it in the recess of a mind that is
grappling to heal, as in feel.
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