By no longer writing
Feels failed for inspiration
Feels choking on sickness
That doesn't belong to me.
Release with my words
Into the dark dead of night
The weights of this decline
To free my spirit for want of desire.
My child who sees me suffer
And with this repeats the history
That I carried the load of my mother
And still do today.
Release
Cut cord
Free Fall
Into a better future.
Lifting my pen to the page
The ink smells sweetly of something lost
And I will carry forward this fountain
Instead of an inherited burden.
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