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So many emotions running through

The inner outs of my body

Pain, Confusion, Uncertainty

Unable to express them, I feel sorry

Not in the sense of being apologetic

But the sorry that leaves one upset

Can I call it regret, That I no longer feel

Suppressed ALL in which made me real??

Writing helped me deal with various obstacles in my life

Now that I no longer have it, I feel as if I am blind

I no longer see, smell, feel, endure, think

As I've done before, I feel so lost, not of myself

What is wrong.....



Internally I'm torn, at my loss I mourn

Yet a new me is born, taken away in it's death

The happiness of my breath, what once made me breathe

Sucked out of me... or is it there...

Can it be the only thing that is stopping me

Is unrecognized despair...

Unwilling to see and feel

No longer wanting to deal with stress ...

There's more to life than waking up awaiting that days test...



Where are the things in which I believe...

All in which I have seen..

Through my veins they run...

But on paper I no longer bleed..

Why can't I conceive a notion...

Why are my feelings unspoken...

This is not a joke when

This is the very essence of my being..

The one thing that made me eternally sing..





Through my words I saw ME and all that I was...

A diamond in the rough...

Stuck...

Struggling to express

What was once done so freely..

Digging to find emotions that where always apart of me...



Can it be...



I will not believe...



I will succeed

And be BETTER then I once was...



Sitting here writing

Not feeling a connection it's all fuzz...

As I keep trying...



I am a writer and will continue to fight

For my light as it is in me...

I just have to dig deeper

So once again I can retrieve..

All that makes me...



I am a WRITER

That very essence sets me free....



Through my veins they run...

but on paper I no longer bleed.........