It's been a while since I have written
A year ago to be exact.
Things has been so topsy turvy,
I had given up on writing as a matter of fact.

Not another word or thought came to me,
I lost my zeal as I watched my muse disappeared.
It can be devastating when you lose the ones you love,
But to lose yourself is even more than what one can bear.

After realising that I am my own muse,
And I am all that I needed,
I decided to pick myself up and push with all that I got
I made myself an offer that I couldn't refuse.

Note to self:
Writing is what you do best
So never allow anyone to tell you less
You may feel defeated at times but you're not done yet
So whenever you feel like you have something to say
Grab a pen and some paper and say it without delay
You are too good of a writer to keep your mouth shut,
And even the best of writers fall in a rut
So promise me you will never again put your pen down
Because soon and very soon, for your writing, you'll be given a crown.