Always find a way to make yourself better
Believe that you can do it
Take on a new challenge
Build up your inner spirit
Be that light that shines
When the scenery is dark
Uplift yourself greatly
And provide that spark

The pain is long gone
But this feeling lingers on
Why do you haunt me?

I always struggle with writers block the worst
right after writing something I
actually like...
I think it's that I've raised the bar
One step higher for myself, and  
I already know that in order to climb up even higher
I'm going to have to face another horde of disappointment.
That looming obstacle dulls the shine
that writing usually makes me feel inside,
but still it's only a matter time
Because to me
Poetry is like the rising sun.

I send
Many flowers
For every broken heart