I sometimes catch me thinking
Of days that were full of fire
I was, maybe, alone - not lonely
In sleepless nights of desires
I remember when words flowed free
And I proudly signed my poems
They were brazen, brave or broken
Some fears unknown and known
I found someone to anchor
An alien feeling seeped
Sunshine and meadows aside
I finally found some sleep
Content in my new comfort
I wrote my judgements raw
Till they ripped the bandaid off
Exposed my secret flaws
No longer a closet poet
They read every truth I wrote
Should I be ashamed, I don't know
But I stopped then for us both
Years have gone by living
And I have no memories to keep
Living at a prolonged ellipsis
I have lost a bit of me
I cannot be true to myself
So I cannot bear to write
Some day I will find courage
Tell me, do I have the fight?