The Words just don't Flow Anymore

The Words just don’t Flow Anymore

The words used to come easily,

'''Sleek and smooth. Now they come thick,'''

A little prick, like a baby beginning

'''To tooth. Where they used to soar'''

On air, the rhymes and slippery words

Have fled, and are no longer there.

The ground is thin, barely existent,

As if a little kick to my shin could

'''Send me spiraling down. What happened'''

To the limericks and rhymes, the

Passing time, the free rhythm of pencil

'''On paper, filling up line after line? And'''

What of the hope, the hope that I

Would be recognized, see the light

Of appreciation and support

'''About my poetry? Told by an adult '''

that I was doing it right?

I only took a small break--or was it

'''Longer than I thought? Was it a'''

Make-it or break-it time, a

Wrecking time, a time for talent

To quickly rot?