The last word

Was not that i could not write it
was not that i could not see
was not that i could not feel it
was not that i could not be me

Tapping on the keys
tapping in my brain
tapping out new ideas
some remain the same

Natural thoughts in motion
wonders of my mind
blurring vision kicks in
images leave me blind

Staring in to space
ideas come to me
blasting , lightening fast
the books are on my knees

Revision of something i learned
inspiration is on every page
i am no longer a writer in distress
i am not longer locked in a cage

As the light shines in through the window
and fairy dust filters away
i smile knowing i have finished it now
never thought i would see the day