Words used to fall
from my lips into
eloquent phrases
at an alarming rate.
It was as if a waterfall
was constantly running
in my mind, overflowing
onto the paper.
Now it is as if the
falls have dried up,
stuck behind a wall
of boulders.
And I must slowly push
each rock out of the way
to let the water run
again.
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