I used to be a writer
Once upon a time…
I used to spin a story
Line for every line
There used to be a fire
Deep inside my soul
That drove my pen on paper
Pushing to a goal
Now I sit and ponder
Where those days have gone
I wonder where that writer is
What did I do wrong?
Where is the wandering mind?
Where are the endless dreams?
The questions have all quieted
But is it as it seems?
Does the writer ever die?
If it lives inside your soul?
Can you rekindle that emotion
Like flame when given coal?
Is just a sharp poke needed
To spur the sleeping beast?
Do you wait for it to happen
Or egg it on at least?
I used to be a writer
And perhaps I still am
Waiting for some inspiration
Something to say I can
About the Creator
Samantha Reid
I have been a creative writer for over 10 years, an academic for 7 years, and a blogger for 3 years. Writing is my passion and it's what I love.
Follow me on Instagram @samreid2992
Find me on Twitter @SgReid211
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