And one day she stopped writing!

On the sidewalk, she sat forlorn

No inkling of why the pen was withdrawn.

Ceasing seconds before being born

& to a standstill from dusk to dawn.

Striding on to conceal & heal

Is what poetry made her feel.

After all the arduous work, phrases do fail

In withstanding the test as times prevail

Accepting all the consideration

& assessing oneself for self-interpretation.

From all the battles she had ever won

Far away from where it had all begun.

The fire inside stopped igniting

& one day she stopped writing!