Free

Frozen.

Stuck.

Words failing to form.

A story too long to focus on.

Suddenly,

A butterfly thought.

Fluttering around before landing on a new paper.

The world fallen silent.

The faint scratch of a pencil fills the air.

"Sorry"

Short.

Poigniant.

A new begining.

Ice melts away.

Finally.

I am free to write.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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