Writing Frustrations I'Ve Known

-It would seem, I've run out of words. Nothing left to say. I have lost my inner voice. It's gone, completely astray. Perhaps I should lay down pen and pad. Never more write a rhyme. On this poetry that I love I shall spend no further time. ... not that I was ever truly a poet anyway ... it's just that, well, I did love it so; ... still, it feels the well is dry ... time to just let it go. - So now, what of me shall be Feeling empty in heart and head? What purpose-without a word-shall be heard With no way to express both hope and dread? Where have the words gone Must they ever stay away? Who has taken my spirit's song Why has the music of my soul nothing more to say? ... I try... seems of no use... My mind torn asunder, literary abuse. (this next part wrote a couple months later) Listen, what do I hear? Something is knocking at my gate! A few months later now But, not altogether too late. A lonesome thought comes strolling in From whence I cannot declare, Just that it has arrived With this simple message to share: ' What's a dime To a lover of verse and rhyme, And what's to fear Of criticism drawing near? For to write only for income Would soon turn quite burdensome, As surely as to not write for fear of ridicule Would be to deny the voice within you. The words may never turn a single head But, don't dare believe they'll ever be dead! God gives meaning to what he wants Whether anyone else listens or not. The way it is all spoke By darling bards, or simple country folk, Is well worth hearing And so oft more than a bit endearing. Don't worry about the rhyme The perfect place or time, Just give your soul in words as best you can And those who should, will understand. Those who don't Just won't, And that's o.k. God speaks to them in other ways. Trust his Spirit in all you do Yes, this includes writing too, Remember he promised he'd never leave you alone Even in the simple words of your poems. ' -Pondering it over I suppose this I've known all along, Though thoughts may wander True words are never gone. Well, ya know what: I believe I just might pick up paper and pen, Good or bad, right or wrong... Give it a go, once again!