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I asked the poet inside me

if he could stop writing

he said yes

and he did

for days

months

years

no trace of him

he forgot who he was

I had only asked

he did not argue

did not defend

did not resist

just stopped

there

like ink inside a pen

making a pact

never to reach the nib

frozen

like his thoughts

years later

I asked again

can you revive the pen

bring back the thoughts

forgive me

he did

with a smile

no words

no complaint

no memory of hurt

this time

he filled an ocean into his pen

and wrote

in tides

in waves

there was always a poet in him

one I had kept confined

when I invited him back

he did not hesitate

he entered my heart

and stayed

as a song