I haven’t written a word in a poem from inspiration in years. Life swept me away and off went my creativity. Four walls in large rooms and small rooms held my body still from seeing the beauty I once wrote in my poems. I haven’t worked on poetry. I read words I wrote once when I saw my days differently. I am in awe of the person I once was. I lost her somewhere when everything fell out of my grasp. I writing this poem trying to find her, trying to bring her back to me so I can write about the beauty of my days, form poems I want to share. I have nothing to say, no words made it to the paper, months without picking up my pen. I have become someone I don't recognize in order to make it through scary times. I want to change into the person I once knew.
July 20, 2025 at 8:42 PM
I found her again, the version of myself who sees beauty in the little things. She’s here with me, healing and happy, even when things can be heavy.
Kelly Severseike 