Me

I stopped writing
I really don’t know why
Did I forget to weave words?
Or my emotions went dry?
So, without words I lived for a while
I didn’t liked it, I was sad, mad and rile
I kept on telling myself I can’t write
I left my ink, pen and paper out of sight
For time being I felt fine
I went out for dance and to dine
Yet, there was void in my soul
I was together but not whole
I heard my heart and its simple plea
That something was missing inside me
I looked for an answer or little clue
To find out, what I need to see through
And it suddenly dawn on me
That I have to write , to just be me….