A Prayer.

I am speaking with an older woman, she tells me how much she loved writing. How it used to be a huge passion for her. Then she said how it faded from her life. Hearing those words makes me want to cry. I remember the point in my life where my writing faded, it was such a painfully time. I remember the agony of not being able to release my emotions. It was a horrible time and so I am praying to god above, may this horror never be bestowed upon me again. May the words never again elude me. May I never be trapped again with blank pages and pens full of inks waiting to be spilled. May I never be stuck in a place where I can't write what I feel because that was horrid. I was poisoned by my owe self and the horrible thoughts I couldn't release unto the page. Thank you for my gift and may I kept using it for the good of the world. ♥