I Used to Be A Writer.

I used to be a writer

I would be able to sit still

word for word

sentence to sentence

and pour out my soul onto paper

make up stories that healed

I used to be talented

I would make poems that touched souls

and I thought I would be famous

thought I would start a blog

and as I got older

my poems became less frequent

my passion kind of died down

wow

something that once fueled me from day to day

no longer exist in me

words would run though my vein's as if they replaced the blood within me

I would sleep and dream

stories

millions of words floating on the tip of my tongue

I would be able to freestyle about anything

somewhere along the way

I have lost the urge to write

my pen and paper sit in the corner

spiders crawling and making spider webs

onto the dust that has collected in between the pages

no matter how many times I dust it off

the pages remain blank

my pen just never move

so I guess I used to be a writer.