Sign

Been slow to write as of late, unmotivated... uninspired.
 Decided to sit tonight, and try to weave out some words.

 I no sooner wrote and sent this first poem, when this blinding light hit from the bedroom, and rolled down the stair.
 
 I think I got my sign, so I wrote a second. 🖊📝
 
 "Your voice, held still
 from inside-out
 it cries... misplaced
  but carries no sound.
 
 You need a sign, to recognize
  that thirst...
  that made you a poet.
 
  You wonder, if you'll know it."
 
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 "Just then, without warning
 that sign... slants over your soul
 you enter in, through open pane.
 
 Causing you to believe
 there's reason... to write, again."