Poet

I am the same person

And yet,

I do not write as I used to.

Not as beautifully, not as easily,

Not anymore.

Time has quelled the anger, the pain, the frustration

That lent themselves so easily to my words.

Now, they are dull and as much a part of me

As the things I deem not worthy of writing about.

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