Pen Went Dark

Pen Went Dark 18-158y

In perusing pages

sadness wells up

Old journals recall

pain and despair

Remembering the depth

darkness swallowing

Pen goes quiet

for three years

Writing became a vortex

inducing cycle of suffering

Sucking all light

stealing life

To heal required

surrendering pen

Not knowing if

ever would write again

So many parts died

parts still waiting

For restoration

as ink flows again

Note: This is about a season of the dark night of the soul six years ago. Had to lay writing down for three years. Hard to willingly do for someone who loves to write.