The Enchanting Halt.

Do you remember when Forrest Gump recited a simile his mother made?

Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

Poetry was like that for me when I was young girl.

Creating something has always been an exciteing and new adventurours moment.

And sometimes I often write from a place of heartache.

Heartache that creates something that seemed so bent out of shape.

Sometimes I create poetry through a deep genuine sentiment I may feel for someone or something.

Things that make your heart tingle and thumping.

But my poetry career has come to a screeching halt.

And I feel as if it was my own fault.

A fault of my own that I may not have had control over.

As I got older, I began to realize why my creaztivity had gotten slower.

I was stumped.

And with slumped shoulders I pondered as to why I had let my creativity get dumped.

I had discovered that so many others have gone through this phase once in a life time.

Writer's block was still in its prime taking over my mind.

However, the block soon stopped and my mind were waves crashing.

Deep blue sea crashing gently against one another in an intriguing action.

Throughout the journey of my never ending thoughts that roamed in my head,

I look back to what Forrest Gump's mother had recited;

Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

This poem is about: 
Me

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