Poet: My Discontented Season


A quiet in my soul

A restlessness in my heart

My eyes pain me in their effort

            to see more

My mind lost among the trees

My words have left me

I am empty inside, longing to find

            my way
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 What is being a Poet?

…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic