Free Verse

Why is it that in hard times
my pen glides smoothly
expressing so eloquently
the daily problems I face.
Words vibrate out of my body
and fall on the empty page.
Salty, warm and wet.

Happier times my words
are clumped with no connection.
Available and stodgy.

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