Today, I vow to write again,
When there hits no muse,
And all seems blue.
Today, I vow to write again,
When the day's gone in a blur,
And my face drained of colour.
Today, I vow to write again,
With a stack of pages crumpled in the bin,
And another stack uncreased yet blank.
Today, I vow to write again,
In sickness, in health, in joy and grief,
When there's too much to say or nothing left to believe.
Today, I vow to write again,
Whether I'm stopped, harassed or criticized,
I won't lose my voice or my ability to write.
Today, I vow to write again,
When there's no one left to read,
No, you're wrong, there'll always be me.
To all the writers out there, keep writing.
YOU ARE READING
Creeping In ✔
PoetrySlow and steady, subtle yet itching, they're creeping in, they're creeping in, twirling around, twisting in, they're creeping in, they're creeping in. Cover by our awesome: @Kihi-98
