Re Discovered
Have I truly found it
again?
The power of words -
have they returned to
my hands?
Will my pencil
steadily flow with
words upon the page?
Surely this cannot
be
I feared my
talent had been
lost
After setting
down my instrument
for so
long
I worried
the words would
never return
But here I sit,
pencil in hand
while the emotion flows
through me
onto the paper
My words
have returned
to me at last...
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