No inkling of why the pen was withdrawn.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!
