I can do this

Okay
I can do this
I'm rusty
but I remember
I can put out words
into a line
make them tell a
tale in rhyme

I can express an idea
loud and clear
I can share an emotion
for all to hear

I can do this
I know how
I'm a bit rusty
but I'm here now

Slowly but surely
It's coming back to me
The creative individually
that I used to be
is back from hiatus
ready to explore
ready to explode
ready for more

Coming Back

They keep coming back.
I don't ask
and yet here they are.
Where were they
when I was there?
As I recall
they chose not to care.

Walks down memory lane
relive the happiness
not the pain.
But don't fall for
the pretty path,
The road not taken
is the one that lasts.

They keep coming back.
did I leave a beacon on?
Once you're gone
that's where you belong.
A door was closed
but a window's been opened.
The road not taken
Is the one I have chosen.