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My Pen Running Dry.
I reach up, holding my hand toward the light.
A feeling came over me, was it fright?
There was a strong urge to give up the fight.
I am tired of battling through the day and night.
With the rain and the wet, the fire won't stay lit.
Why can’t I feel the warmth from faith, what was my worst mistake?
I offer my soul with so much fight, but I keep getting denied by the light.
Here I lay, back to the ground, eyes to the stars.
I ask for forgiveness, and for you to enter my heart.
I seek your glory and the freedom that you offer.
The stars twinkle bright and there is nothing in the darkness of the night.
I walk away once again with the moon to my back and the weight still on my shoulders.
My Pen Running Dry
Don't get discouraged, we all go through this.
Sometimes our muse is silent for awhile. But
trust me it will return more stronger than ever.
I have also been in a lull for awhile. When this
happens I do other projects, like Making chap-books
and rewriting. But I never leave my first love, my
writing. This is a God given gift, we must use it wisely,
your title "My Pen Running Dry" is a nice composition.
I feel your muse is safe and well. Keep up the nice work.
heather
My dearest friend
Thank you for your great and wise words.
I think i have found my path, the start maybe unbeaten and up hill.
I think the clearning is near, and I hope to be back to my old and new self soon.
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