Genie in a bottle

Words came naturally, 

They appeared like rains, 

Clearing the air of the fog,

They created symphony of sort,

They don't anymore. 

I could see humor, 

in words and in lines. 

It came effortlessly,

And it made people smile,

It doesn't anymore. 

Creative outlets helped, 

to share ideas, 

and to connect, 

They don't anymore. 

The stubborn past, 

refuses to let go. 

The Genie is trapped, 

In a bottle.