I Write Again

I am no good at speaking

So forgive me, that I write

My lips fail me too often

On what I would like to bring to light

When I write it is with fervor

I write with unspoken passion

And that is why it is surely you

Who ignites my words once ashen

Though most days I live in grey

Filled with despair, I cannot cope

I find that when I put my pen to paper

It is your image that gives me hope

I have not written in a while

For magic had left my poet tongue

But I have been restored, renewed

For it is you that makes me young!

I was once so full of words

That filled every paper I owned

But life had been so dismal

That I stopped, I never wrote

And when I don’t write

I lose myself, piece by piece

I write this poem, grateful

Because of you I shall not cease

We are all to die alone

On this broken, shattered earth

But with you I don’t feel so hopeless

I find joy and love and mirth

Whatever may come

No matter my twisted fate

So long as I am in your arms

I will face it head on, straight

I will write these words

Strong, eager, alive, and true

Zealous my words are on the paper

For as long as I am with you