Missing Lexicon

Once upon a time, I could write. I was a writer. That is what I did best, that is how my friends introduced me at parties, that is what I expected, and everyone expected, me to grow up to be. I could take words and mold them like clay, it was true art. I could twist and place them and not tell you, but show you exactly what I wanted. I loved those words, my lexicon, and my ability to manipulate it was who I was.
But of course, no more. I have lost my words, and my ability (my super power) to make them flow smoothly. They were stolen by college, term and research papers, word limits and APA format. Ruined by my career and it's legal documentation. The fun, the creativity, the magic has been taken. No longer can I show you a day, a situation, an environment with ease.
Who am I without these words, without the grace I once had at placing them? Even I do not know anymore.