I lost my pen
My page stayed empty for days
My books gnawed with hunger while my thoughts escaped
My feelings grew feet and ran away
I lost hope and I lost faith
I lost word
I thought I failed..
And then it started to happen again,
A raging storm in the middest of my emotions soared
My thoughts roared like a tornado
It was dawn again,
The turmoil is my soul will never forsaken my poetry
Whether I have or don't have a pen
- the Author's note
