an emptiness has take over
a void
where the words swim anxiously in my mind
but my pen cannot pin them long enough
for the inking they demand.
i have felt so lost in these months,
where a page stares emptily at me
not knowing how to take the words i do not know how to write.
these last few days,
i have felt so full, overflowing
with words that fill line upon line like they used to
like they have always desired to
like i would not let them, for fear of my own creations.

i am not afraid anymore.