i don't write

for i have no words

my pen is dry

and my wrist aches

yet still my page is

empty

      empty

            empty

these words

scream

pound

fight

to get out

but still

there's nothing

empty

      empty

            empty

so what can i do

but stare

drowning in my thoughts

unable to release them

unable to breath

without them

empty

      empty

            empty

these words haunt me

suffocate me

consume me

until i'm no more

than the emptiness

that forever follows me

empty 

      empty

            empty

has this become

the song of my heart

or

do i just have to wait

a little bit longer

for my words

to appear

once more

refusing to go out

i want a passion
so strong
that the wind that moves the trees
and the force that creates the waves
gasp back in surprise

i want my pen
to spill ink
endlessly forming words

i want my heart
to sing so loudly
that the birds in the sky
will come near
just to hear my song

i want my options
to be endless
for there to be no limits
to who i can help

i want my soul
to reach the mountains
and explore the seas

i want my life
to fight for what i believe
for who i love
and for what i can achieve

i want my body
to have life
full of light
and drops of sunlight
that dance off my fingertips
into the smiles of others

i want to fight
because my life is important
and i want to fight
because your life is important

so grab my hand
we can run into the moonlight together
and watch it dance across the river
we can live
like sparks flickering against the darkness
refusing to go out