Is this thing on? I've been trying to get back into poetry lately, and it's been a very slow process. Unlike riding a bicycle, there's no just getting on and going. It's a constant process of questioning. Can I do this? Was I ever good at this? Where are the words I need? What am I doing?!
All questions aside though, poetry is still so very dear to my heart. From scribbling down silly rhymes as a child that I hid away for only me to see, to the even more silly and embarassing ones I wrote in highschool (thank goodness there was no social media back then, I really dodged a bullet there)
Writing was always my escape, my stage. Ok ramble over, have a poem:
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