The more I postpone getting back to writing
The more I feel the weight of this burden heavier
on my skin and on my mind.
I do not want to deny that there is a lot
going on inside.
I just feel incompetent in trying to capture these emotions
and dressing them with fancy words.
I look back at what I used to write
And I feel distant
Already another person.
Did I lose it?
If I did. How real was it anyway ...
To be able to disappear this fast?
Five poems from forthcoming book - Great thanks to Reuben Wooley for posting five poems from my forthcoming book at The Curly Mind. The poems are linked below & always you Emma today rowing...
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