Writers Block

I often try with all my might
to understand
the way they flow

but the things I read
and the things I hear
never help
the things I say

I seek to explain –
to show you
what occurs
within

but it won't come out
the paint's dried up
the puzzle unsolvable
the unbreakable – broken

I search
and try to mend
but the broken seems
unfixable

words stop working
forming incoherent phrases
I'm at a loss
and I can't even explain
it

Nostalgia

the words flow through my mind
reminding me of the times
the memories
when it was all so simple
there were no questions
or assumptions
no judgements
or tears

laughter always resonated
from my throat
and happiness felt so
natural
as it spread across my face

but things change
and people grow
the past is gone
the future unknown
and all we have
is this moment