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time travel backflash
♥
once things were all rosey; birdsong and fluff,
poetess set in motion; with all the right stuff,
no matter what happened; whatever life threw,
words always; however the wind spun and blew,
life was not perfect; so don't get me wrong,
yet time left allotted; just went rolling along,
i believed i would write; until the day i died,
always penned; things that made me cry,
i was quite the talker; indeed never quiet,
on several occaisions; 'caused a small riot,
love, loss and living; ever from the heart,
as point of view; even when torn apart,
never thought my voice would hush; alas...
yet i was silenced; the world no longer lush,
then became years; of lonely haunting tears,
a black bear visited; so add the primal fears,
where writing once felt timeless: silence.
♥
a cherry cigar; one long deep drink of coffee,
repeat several times; 'tis a muse there you see,
some small dash of spirit; just did not dim out,
my mind, soul and heart; found bits to write about,
sigh... where to begin when away for so long?
out of my mind; now those days are just gone,
how could i have let something silence my voice?
how for four years could fear be my choice?
no longer wrapped in darkness; nor hiding away,
cautiously i peek through cardboard; to a new day,
the sun blinds my eyes; i am no longer bereft,
and here comes a feeling; i believe it is zest,
small creative flickers; travelling in my mind,
the universe has given me; blessing by design,
tho on went the world; whilst all peace had fled,
won't need an epitaph; turns out i'm not yet dead,
backflash a healthier me to the incident: time spent.
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