At times I’m tired
At times I’m overwhelmed
At times I feel empty
Yet I write anyway
I’m still grieving
It’s one hit of loss after another
My heart weeps
Yet I write anyway
A disorder with a funny name keeps me in bed some days
I have an endless routine of medications and treatments
I have more doctors visits than dates
Still, I write anyway
I feel like I have no inspiration
There is no spark
The light is diminished
Yet I write anyway
Someone needs my voice
Someone needs my words
It’s a gift
Therefore I write
I let it all out
The world sees my story with each keystroke
They see a reflection on themselves in my work
So I write
It’s no longer an audience of “me” its an audience of “we”
Every word gives hope
Each verse gives peace and understanding
So I write
As long as God gives me breath
As long as my neurons spark
As long as His Spirit moves me
I will write anyway
Stephon's Thoughts 