The Pit of Never Ending

My words used to be everything there was to me and then they fell into the pit of never ending. I tried my hardest to capture them back but they fell faster and faster. I thought I might have to except the fact that I have become this mortal disaster. My passion was gone and I could not see. Into the pit of never ending I threw myself falling...falling...falling. I got very quiet and heard my words whispering to me. I threw my limbs into a dive and went after them until they became alive. They were no longer whispering, these words of beauty. They were screaming and crying to be set free. I told them I would save them. I told them to come to me. They went inside of me, to my very core and up up up we began to soar! What was once nothing but darkness began to grow light. The opening of the pit came into sight! Out we flew and landed ever so gently on the green grass. Freedom was ours at last. Why did I not let my words disappear? It was more then a mere feeling of fear. It was a realization. Yes a clear one. When we're together we are one but my words without me are nothing but none. Dear Readers, never loose your words. Sometimes the gift of seeing things differently can be a curse as well as a gift. Sometimes we think too much and we try and find ways to not think. I've been avoiding my writing for the past few years because when I write it makes me open up the thoughts and emotions I'm sometimes scared of. I can honestly say these past few years without my writing have been the worst years of my life. So NEVER stop doing what you love because you're afraid, because when you wake up and realize you may never get it back you'll be crushed and terrified. Thankfully I found my words again and for anyone out there who feels like they've lost them, dive down deeper. They're waiting to be set free.