out of hiding
remove the padlock around my heart
gotta get back to writing
call all the search parties,
tell them it's time to quit
i'm just a poet who needed a break--
some time away from my thoughts for a bit
i tried to stop but his voice still echoes in my head
i can remember what it sounded like
when I remember the words he said:
"Madison, you have a gift"
"you have a gift"
"you have a gift"
instead of having a way with words
i decided to do away with words
instead of feeling sad
i decided to stop feeling
just a poet in denial
stuck between realities i don't know how to accept
so now i write.
i'm here
i'm back
pen to the paper, i'm here to remember
here am i.
no more hiding.
not anymore.
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