A little nudge back in the writing game, we shall see where it takes me.
Words used to flow like the blood in my veins,
Choked up, upset, it was a release from the pain,
Stopped scribbling the things that couldn't be said,
No words came, the scribbles ceased,
Flash forward to the here and now,
A little spark ignited by a greater flame,
Maybe, just maybe, I will start writing again.