My hands miss the paper I write on
My heart misses expressing its feelings and thoughts
Where has my creativity gone?
There is some colour in my life from time to time
But shades of grey dominate
I want to leave these dreary colours behind
And so I write!
I write to feel like me again
I write to feel free again
I write to feel joy again
I write to be me again!
Lida Berghuis
April 8th, 2015
I’m sensing a lot of frustration in this poem, I hope some of it has been dispelled by now!
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I’m sorry to hear you’re in this creative block Lida, but I think it will pass, and by writing this poem itself you’ve shown that the creativity is still flowing!
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