I lost myself in the now
The words can't get out
Beating down the door
They poured from before

My mind overflows
While my world implodes
Secrets that can't be stopped
Thoughts that I dropped

Creativity and wisdom
Loss and pain

Will I ever get my words back?

Do I still have my voice?

Am I loved without my me?

Does this loss define me?

Are my words all I have?

Is it all I can give?

Am I worthless?

Am I still me?

What is left, if I don't have poetry?