A Writer's Inspiration

by Heather Prior   Oct 18, 2006


My mind is melting
my thoughts dissapating
still I hold on
hold on to the memories
of when I was wonderful
of when I was young
of when I was beautiful

my inspiration
has vanished
still it may return
when my love comes home
for now my lines
are only words
strung together with no thought
there is no meaning behind them

Once it did control me
when my body ached
with pains from all the scars
that I loved to make
Once I had to write them
-the thoughts within my head-
to keep my body steady
so I wouldn't end up dead.

yet now the thoughts escape me
when I go to write them down
They fly away like little birds
that never touch the ground

Now my minds a mess
of feelings, yet no words
to clean the mess up quickly
so my emotions end up cured

this used to be my gift
the powers of my mind
my ability to leave
all bad memories behind

Now they're trapped inside me
while I struggle to write them own
the memories left behind me
are causing me to drown
drown in all my sorrows
drown in all my fears
drown in all that has been hidden
for all those precious years

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