I Can't Remember How It Felt to Write

The words, they flowed like rivers,
Falling to the page,
My brain was inspiration,
And the paper was my stage.
Words melted into phrases,
The phrases into lines,
The lines into verses,
The verses into rhymes.
My fingertips formed the thoughts,
Dripping from my pen,
I allowed the words to sweep me
Into oblivion.
Then I’d go to the beginning,
And read from start to end,
Scrap it once or twice,
Then start writing it again.
But now I find it difficult,
To show you what I see,
To express the pictures in my mind,
To find the words in me.
Maybe they’ll escape my mind,
And run back to my pen,
But they won’t come back until I’ve grown,
So I’ll wait for them till then.