These words I oft exposed
were thought to be my therapy,
so on I composed fervently
releasing words to block or heal pain.
Until my tune brightened a pitch, for a brief stint
and it was assumed my tactical rhymes
were fueled by love’s hint.
Neither belief alone brought cause to such release.
It was but methodical expression of all which inspired me.
But my mind, once locked in overdrive has finally stalled,
though my recent silence does not guarantee defeat.


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