I wish I could write a poem about what it's like to forget to write.
About when a pen feels foreign in your hands
and when your fingers can't find the keys of your laptop.

How does it feel to lose a gift that you once felt you had,
and and a passion that you once held so dear.

My words feel like echoes of stories once told and lives once lived.
They no longer belong to me.
Like my voice with the witch in the sea,
and my mind with the gods in the sky.

I do not know who I am anymore.
How I once envisioned myself,
all but scraped away.
Can I claw my way back?