Clearing My Veins

Sometimes I am scared to write, because what if I will never find inspiration again

My body rejects the writing  because writing  is like an I.V. in my veins.  It clears the venom  out of my body  and dries up  the river of words  in my mind.  I do not want to be  a skeleton  with pretty bones  and no substantial thoughts.  Writing polishes my soul  but I lose the piece of me  that made me fight.  I have so much to say  but I am slowly  chipping away and  all I can do  is watch my brain decay.  Every time I write  my fingers crack under the pressure  that maybe after this poem  everything will be ok.