My heart is heavy,

My words are stilted,

My pen no longer recognizes paper.

The waters from which I had once drunk,

Have shrunk.

I listen to rain,

Gulp down the burning water,

Poke at my brain,

So that one day,

I may return to you.

Long forgotten I may be,

A face of brief familiarity.

I extend my thanks to those far and few,

Who read my words

When I was young and new.

You held me high when I was low,

And knew my most intimate sorrows.

I am still here,

And I have not forgotten you.

Thank you to all the poets around.

Keep an eye open,

For I will return from the ground.

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A/N: It's been a long time, but I'm making my comeback! I'm so happy to see how much the PoetsPub has grown.

A Proud Pubber since June 2015.

Good to see you back.