Forcing Change

For years I bled upon the page

The essence of my fear and rage,

Interspersed with joy and glee,

Wisdom, awe, and mystery.

Another venue held these words,

But now they're gone, like frightened birds;

To find them missing felt so strange,

And now I have to make a change.

Somehow I have to stand, regroup,

And chase the words that flew the coop

All because some nincompoop

Cut the bloggers from the loop.