Still having trouble writing anything I like, so I thought I'd do some rework of an old poem to pass the time. I think it's better now and suits me better now, but still not perfect. (So... maybe it really is me)
Pins and needles.
The unknown
becoming un-numb.
Annoyance.
Realizations thawing and
drip, drip, dripping
into my consciousness
until my old thoughts are swirling and gasping for air.
Revelation
held at bay by waves
of self-doubt.
No longer adrift,
but still searching.
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