Poem: In Love with Writing

In Love with Writing

I once forgot the joy of words,
Their rhythm soft, like songbirds’ chords,
I let the ink run dry and still,
Lost in the noise of life’s quick thrill.

But then, one day, a spark arose,
A gentle whisper, quiet prose.
I picked up the pen, and found the grace,
Of letters dancing, finding places.

The pages, blank, no longer feared,
Each word I wrote was sincere,
The sentences began to flow,
Like rivers, deep with stories to show.

I saw the world in shades anew,
With every line, a different view.
A thought, a sigh, a whispered dream,
Writing became my heart’s own theme.

It wasn’t just escape I sought,
But freedom, in each fleeting thought.
Each metaphor, a secret door,
Each sentence, something to adore.

I fell in love again, you see,
Not with the world, but with the key—
The one that unlocked my soul’s own voice,
A pen, a page, my heart’s true choice.

Now, writing sings with every dawn,
A love reborn, forever drawn,
For in each word, I find my way,
Refalling in love with what I say.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie