Izzy B Hearty Brave Heart Poet Free verse

I Write

There came a point where my writer’s hands stopped writing
And the writer’s block started biting 
And my soul stopped fighting
And I was flipping lost
I wanted to scream my truths
From the tops of the highest roofs
But my talent was aloof
Because I flipping forgot
I gave up and in
And blocked my passion from within
And put down the paper and pen
I got caught
It wasn’t until my cousin died
And my auntie asked me to write
As hard as it was I fought that fight
I began 
My words weren’t empty anymore
And I opened up that door
To allow my intent to be felt and my words to soar
I write again
The passion never died it just took a break
Like a sunny day at an empty lake
Full of loneliness and heart ache
I gave in
I have rekindled my fire 
From the depths of its own ashes
My blood her ink 
My skin her paper
I let it bleed
From the center of me
I write.

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Richard Lamoureux May 1, 2016 at 8:39 AM This is the best poem I have read today! You have skills.

Richard Lamoureux May 1, 2016 at 8:39 AM I can relate, I stopped writing for 7 years and when my step dad died I wrote a poem on Christmas Day called Bob's Christmas. Two years later my first book was published and is now in second print. My next book should be finished sometime this year. So I say, ride the wave, you never know where it will take you.