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.