Writing came back to me,
As much-needed succour,
When at a stage in my journey,
My spirits began to wither.
When I felt too down and tired,
To keep pace with the wheel of time,
The road ahead seemed lost in the dark,
Without a single spark.
.
As if the journey had come to an end,
With no option but to stop forever,
And sit gloomily in some dark corner,
Away from life's adventures.
Strangely, my pen didn't agree with me,
And holding my hand like a true friend,
Whispered to me, it wasn't the end,.
But the beginning of a new venture.
That the road itself never comes to an end,
But takes turns towards new avenues,
As, when old songs get lost in the past ,
New melodies break forth from the heart.
My wilting spirit took the wisdom well,
That helped me resume my old passion,
Of reading and writing to explore new paths
Leading to a world of unknown wonders.
