Morphing Words
Writing is not going as easily,
The ideas are not coming as fast,
The rhythm of my words is broken
Segmented by how I changed
The turn I took in life.
My words are different
From before.
After every turn in the road,
My being morphs
And with it my words change.
I am unsure if I like these changes.
Having just grown accustomed to
My words and how to use them.
Now I have these new ones,
This new dialect
It feels like I don't even know
how to speak my own language any more.
Where do I go from here
When my language had broken down
And I struggle to write like I used to.
Is all but surrendered
To my failure to reproduce the past
Has this doomed me to
Utter misery?
Or is this a pivotal moment in my existence
An in between written words
When nothing makes sense but soon
My words will flow better than they ever once did.
Maybe.
Or maybe I just haven't written in a while
And was out of practice.
2/23/21 – Andy McRae
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