Picking Up the Pen

Writers' block has been holding the reigns, as I struggled to get on my feet again.
My poems a reminder of what I was, what I could be again if I only tried, but time's not enough, and what I have is used up.
But now, I fight back, scramble for those ropes, rip away the chains holding my heart.
Let the ideas flow again, gain their respect again.
It's all for the readers, the ones who like my work, their opinions, their advice, it's their shadows that lurk, lurk in the depths of my mind.
For them I push on. For them I shed these bonds.
Although I'm still rusty, I reach for that girl.
that girl who Could do anything as long as she held a pen in her hand.
That girl was me, I must get that back.
My slump is over, for her and for them, I take back the reigns.
I unlock my muse. I let my heart be filled.
I sit down, and pick up the pen.

Author's Note

Really rusty, but I'm back. Opinions, criticism, thoughts, anything. I missed you guys.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to write when the mind is tire. I use good music and I read a lot to re-open my mind to write. I do understand the poem. I liked the thoughts and the positive ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sadiesmiles]

Thank YOU. It's great to be back. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and I'm glad you are back.

[Jenny]

I really connected with this. I've been strongly to get back on my feet recently, not just with writing but in life in general. This piece spoke the words that I didn't have and that's the beauty of writing and this community. Thank you for sharing. ~J