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.
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Ace Dagger
I am a military child, and have been all of my life. A student, I believe that life is a school where the lessons never stop coming and there is never a wrong or bad question. Poetry is something I struggle to force out but can write a mean slam poem from free thoughts and an open sheet of paper. Your mind is a place where you know more than you can imagine be it from this life or one you once lived in the past, but either way there is a connection and you can always put some of that in writing. Also a writer, I write short stories and am working on various books.
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