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.