My hand gliding across a page,
Inspiring others,
My heart from God in some beautiful poem.
The stress is here,
I am tired,
Beaten (mentally),
I am ready to give up,
But then I glance across the room and see pen and paper.
I smile and start writing,
I don't exit my world,
I inspire myself.
Give others inspiration.
In all the hurt I give myself encouragement and others who need it,
Reminding everybody  God is there and that He has never left and never will.