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Blank White Pages

Awaken my thoughts from this inspired pen,
For my words too flow as they did before...
On a fresh cut tablet of blank, white pages,
Too be written by me once again.

Coming forth too flow in this silent space,
That exists inside the corners of my mind behind a twisted place.
There they are lying behind an unconsciousness of my thoughts, back inside that darkest door.
They are there, but where,
Never have I seen seen this before?

That's where they locked the words of my mind,
Those words that I had hoped for and sorely need.
Where once they flowed smoothly throughout just me?
For me to write them down for all too read!

Words that were mine that I can no longer see,
That's what my demons took away from me.
Replacing my thoughts, like thieves in the night,
Making me feel like there was no ending in sight. They took them away at a point in this time,
The time of the day, when I loved too write.

Those are my demons that have hold of my mind,
Will they not come back to me sooner in kind?
For I have hoped that I would have them,
As I look through my maze I does not seem like those things I can find.

Throughout mine eyes, and throughout my hands,
My words would come quietly just to me
And as I would put them down quickly for you too see.
This shall be my constant struggle, a reminder of what I once had,
But they took them away, and now I wish I were dead.

Now I have nothing but I will seek them out,
Because they were taken from me while I was in doubt.
But I am hopeful that they will come back to me in time,
For me too write my books and those rhymes.

Words that meant so much too me,
I wrote them down for everyone too see.
But I have these demons that have live in my mind,
And I tried too hide them from everyone, for such a long time.

But soon than I thought that they were gone,
They would come back again and I would be done.
Sometimes I think that I wish I could be reborn,
And live life like others without those demons of my soul.

Between the strands of dirty cobwebs that exists,
They hide them from me, in this timeless place.
But they are trying hard to come forth from there,
From the darkness that they hid, was in my head.

But my mind is shattered into millions pieces,
And when this happens it's useless to think.
I am always too hurt, when this occurs but one thing I know I have the nerves,
Too know that this is my doing with everything I have, and hopefully I will come back arising to a different path.

Maybe this was  this was a lesson that I had too learn,
Because, I had given up on  writing when I lost my words.
I lost my them on that dreary night and
I blamed this on others but it's what I wanted deeply inside.

The lesson in life that I had too learn,
Was no one can take away the words I've always owned.
I know now the demons of my soul did take my words,
I still have them as long as I am here, and alive too roam.

This will always remain a mystery in my mind,
Words that were stuck in my head ... for such a long time.
Inside that darkness of one night,
They returned to me ... too be read by everyone in my life.

So I am writing this down for you too know,
Why you shouldn't ever be afraid of losing your words.
For if they are gone and you had them once
They will come back.
So do not be scared if they aren't here right now,
They are all hiding behind a door inside the darkness of your soul!

That was why they hid my thought's away from me...
That's why I lost my word's for me not to see.
And now I know now, I was the one to blame,
At that time I was lost in shame.
With all I know now, I will use my might.
To find everything else that I left behind those corners inside my mind,
Especially my word's that I hid away from my sight!

Today's a new dawning of my life,
The mystery of my lost word's came home last night.
So I began writing again with a might.
With the ink... that flowed through my inspired pen!
And I too found new words that flowed out of me,
For me to start writing them down for everyone too see.
On...Blank, White Pages I only had to believe...
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Author's Note: this is an analogy of how we sometimes are blocked from writing. And I hope that you can see the message that I am trying to make.

As Ever ,
Mary Ellen Campbell
MEC:©2017