When I Stopped Writing…

When I Stopped WritingThe things that I missed the most
Was not the occasional spotlight
That gave me rave praise
Neither the acceptance
From the like minded
Or a thought from the one
Who had a contradiction to make
It wasn’t a race either
To become ‘The Personality’
Who had eloquent words
To her beck and call

What I missed..

Power of thoughts
That possessed my being

That drove my instincts

That moulded my will

The core of my identity