Writers block

If I could write what I felt, what would it bring me?

Closure or more?, perhaps a good feeling?

Could it provide for my family or bring me what’s fleeting?

Could I live in those words that I can’t seem to find? Only to read them time after time.

Once they come out is it over and done? Or has the journey only begun?

Am I more than I was because I figured it out? Or am I now less without them to shout?

The words cannot be kind, they act like a prison. Who is to say what is or what isn’t?

If I could write what I felt would I finally be free? Or would the words keep coming?, imprisoning me.

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