Joao Nascimento, I understand that all too well. When I was a teenager especially, I wrote poems daily, if not a handful daily. I had hundreds of single-subject notebooks full of my work.

Now, that’s all gone. It seems as if once they were all burned (my first husband set fire to pretty much everything of mine that would burn), the inspiration left as well.

I’m working on trying to write more poetry, along with my other pieces.