Poetry's Past

I have been hiding poems that I would write around my room and forget where I put them so that I can find them months/years later when cleaning. This is one that I recently found again.

Poetry used to come so easily to me. 

I would pick up a pen and some paper and away I flew. 

The creativity would just flow right through.

Looking back on the past work makes me nostalgic and sad. 

Life wasn't that bad, but will forever be preserved in words dressed as feelings. 

Some of the things I wrote were amazing. 

Was that even me?

I’m not the same person as when I was 23, but those powerful words don’t just go away.

I cannot find that inspirational light at the end of this writer's block. 

I want to write words packed with feelings! 

I want to make you cry and remind you what you are dealing with and that you're not alone. 

I want to read my feelings again in another 10-20 years and be taken into the past. 

To remind myself that pain doesn't last. 

To remind myself that life goes by too fast and the world is vast. 

I want to inspire myself to keep writing. 

Don’t think, just scribble down ink, even if it doesn't make sense. 

If I can't remember who I was, what I was, Do I truly evolve? 

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[John the Baptist]

I have recently been looking at old journals. Can't believe that was me.