a poem a day while my heart is away*
It got too hard
To write,
To sleep,
To eat,
To be

It felt wrong and it felt constricting

There wasn't freedom and happiness in the only things that brought me joy

I guess that's what happens when writers block takes over your entire life, clogs your pores and dams up your soul

Poetry hasn't tasted the same

Maybe it's because my heart is miles away from me, maybe it's because I forgot how it feels to be loved in his absence

So I put down the pen in frustration