My writing ideas began to stop
My pages became darkness with no light
The blank page a plight
Yet I wondered why all through the night
My inner soul wasn’t thinking
My desired for writing was surely sinking
Will I ever write again?
Will my inspiration give me a new blend
But for now my writing is a pause at the end
Suddenly the skies became my answer
The horizon was the clouds in my writing being told
Slowly my heart had the urge to write in being sold
A very merciful voice said, “Your writing never really stopped as it was only a consequence off cue that intervened”
I was writing because I want to achieve
I certainly don’t want other writers too think I want to deceive
I write because of the gratification
I write, as it’s me in my masterpiece being my identification
My soul says continue to write
The other side of me says don’t write and let it be a plight
My pen guides my hand and says write and your mind will illustrate how much your words excite
A sudden writing call
This is my inspiration for all.