Comforting Memory

I long for the days before the absence of poetic words befell me,

The days I felt warmth, security and certainty inside.

The days which words slayed and protected me from, my fears.

These days, my sanctity with words is nothing but a sputter of distant memories.

I feel trapped from this version of myself.

It feels devestating.

◄ Confusion

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