Action Hero…not.

I wonder why I don’t write more?

I haven’t written any poetry
or made love
in too long.

I begin to question my ability to love;
in the same way I question my ability to recognize beauty,
something worth writing about,
hiding from the rest of the world
and willing to make itself known
only
to
me
and to no others.

Too many questions, maybe.
Not enough action.

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