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Paused

my voice is gone; my thoughts have flown away. i find my mind devoid of things to say, and yet the interest still exists in me to set afire the words i cannot see. but how - i ask - can one open a cage? and how can one read from an empty page? i try too hard and yet i see the truth: i've lost the flow'r that sprouted in my youth. what once was watered each and every day has been allowed to wither and decay. perhaps if i endure my grating style, resolve to make my phrases more worthwhile, lock insecurities outside the gate, i'll return to younger self at later date.

Drip

i cannot get a steady flow just a drip drip drip my mind is clogged with rust unused and unappreciated i have no schedule i have no consistency so when i finally decide its time to write i drip drip drip this pitiful attempt to unstop the clog should be ignored before its read i wish i had consistency i wish it were easy but ease is a sign of working below your level its not easy difficulty is a blessing i need to embrace that idea i must challenge myself so i can advance or i'll be stuck on the ground floor