Where have I gone?

When I was young, I was known to be creative and full of imagination.

I would draw and paint.

Write stories and create.

Read and Remake.

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It was no burden.

It was no chore.

Just something I adore.

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But as the years go went on.

And the work piled on.

I lost my capability.

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Now I try to draw.

Now I try to write.

Now I try to read.

Now I try to create.

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My once flowing imagination

that could not be contained

has slowly faded away.

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Will it ever be regained?

Batool xX