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What Is Left of Me

I went away for a while, let the world pull me in

Let the job and pay and repetitive days fill a void

The problem I found was I forgot what it was, what was this void that needed filling?

Walk down the aisle, climb the ladder, grab the box and repeat, what is this void?

Clock in for lunch clock back in then out for the day, what is this void I say?

This void is me.

The void is what happened when I forgot how to be creative

When I stopped being able to take risks

When I became so comfortable with what I was doing I forgot what I am.

I'm a person. A poet. A weight lifter.

I have let myself fall into a routine that isn't who I am.

I grow tired of the image I see in the mirror.

Realization is a wonderful thing.

Welcome back.

Description
What Is Left of Me

I went away for a while, let the world pull me in

Let the job and pay and repetitive days fill a void

The problem I found was I forgot what it was, what was this void that needed filling?

Walk down the aisle, climb the ladder, grab the box and repeat, what is this void?

Clock in for lunch clock back in then out for the day, what is this void I say?

This void is me.

The void is what happened when I forgot how to be creative

When I stopped being able to take risks

When I became so comfortable with what I was doing I forgot what I am.

I'm a person. A poet. A weight lifter.

I have let myself fall into a routine that isn't who I am.

I grow tired of the image I see in the mirror.

Realization is a wonderful thing.

Welcome back.