Long breaks make weary
Old habits fade, new ones form
Reassert my will
*
Lazy Summer day
Sit outside, lie in the grass
Must I work today?
*
Imagination
Whole worlds are inside me
Yet gathering dust
* * *
My break from writing is coming to an end, but I'm having a hard time breaking out of the inertia. Still, I'm getting there.
Happens to all of us. The poem is a great start.
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