Sometime when it seems like you have something to say
When the excitement is building, your searching for a pen of a keyboard
You’d give anything not to lose it; you think it’s going to be the one.
When actually, it’s just a little that really needs to come out
Once you set it free
You are left wondering what happened to the rest
Empty, frustrated;
Is it writers block?
The words, the message, the poem
Let it live, let it breathe
Don’t hold it back
Do not be selfish with it
You must let it follow its own path
If you do that
You will be trusted with more
Then the excitement will start all over again
unhiddenlight 
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