I knock on the door

oh, so slowly

Do I really want to let myself back into this world?

I need it.

The voice.

The words are still there

It’s my choice.

Do I let my soul cry out through the page?

Should i drown my sorrows in the prose?

It has been so long,

Will the lyric reveal itself?

I just hold the pen,

I close my eyes,

The words inside

begin to dive,

Straight to the page,

My heart. My life.

I write.