Where have the words gone?I used to have so many thoughts,
ideas, imaginations,
dreams, expressions and feelings.
Now I look at an empty canvass,
nothing moving; no sound;
no emotions; blank; void.
Where is the spark, the energy,
the fire within?
I am empty, hollow,
longing for the pictures to return,
to fill my being.
Let me run along the shores
of creative thought,
as their waves splash at my feet.
Let me climb the mountains of illumination,
where visions dwell.
The need to express myself overwhelms me,
For without it I am lost,
wandering the halls of my mind,
restless and unsatisfied,
in a limbo of darkness and space.
I will raise myself up,
tell the world I am here,
be heard, noticed, and known.
No longer will I let the words hide from me,
I will seek them, search them out,
hold them close,
and mold them.
The words will return,
with emotions and dreams,
and I will be whole again.
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