I sat my pen down long ago
Refusing to write anymore words.
Words that would cause me to accept the truth
and see my life for what it really is.
But because you asked…
Here I am today.
Reminded of the days when poetry flowed fluently from my mind to paper.
Papers that have never been graced by anyone else’s eyes.
Words that have never been spoken by anyone else’s voice.
Lay silent in notebooks that proclaim my life story.
They are just as silent as I have been until now.
Thank you for asking.