Anthology for the Lost

Inspiration

I wish I could release all the thoughts in my head

And expel the cloud inside my mind.

I wish the blurriness of my writing could fade away

So that my story can be clear.

The cloud inside my head is drowning all the floating remains of ideas,

In order to stop the flow of encouraging thoughts.

The urge to write is beheld before me while the cloud inside of me pauses my ability...

The ability I wish to have once again.

The passion of success is necessary to move past,

But it becomes impossible when one stops thinking altogether.

The block in my mind in the center of the cloud weighs down my usual flow of creativity.

The blurriness of my vision halts the stream of inspiration.

If I can't move forward, I will forever be stuck in this past.

The cloud inside needs to dissipate into nothing.

The blurriness of my vision needs to be extinguished.

And the flame inside of me shall never become only little embers of hope.

The flame will always burn.

It will burn as brightly and fiercely as the day it was lit.