Lately I find myself struggling to write,
not because of suffering from writers block, or lacking creativity at all but, because of this idea that the next piece I write might have to be the last one I recite.
And funny enough I believe it's fine,
I've given half my life to this pen and stayed loyal to this paper treated it like my wife. but like they say, all good things have an end, I guess this phase of placing everything on hold is nearing its end.
its time, I feel it in my bones though my soul is trying to grasp on floating hopes I created as a toddler but am all grown up now times have changed and though my love for poetry will never fade I need to escape before things get blurry.
Because who knows, I might need my sight in the future to find my way back to my lost love, Pen & Paper.
LB Hendricks
#IamPoetry
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