Don't Die on the Vine

I gave up on writing, because I lost my muse

I had sent her away because she was singing the blues

I didn't want to feel the things she cared to expressed

No one wants to focus on the stress

I didn't let her complete her mission

To end the cycle of contrition

To pay last dues so the chapter could end

Like a fool I held out, refused to bend

I played the victim because it gave me something to do

Something to say, some way to relate to you

But I lost who I was, the true essence of me

And until I let her purge I can't be all I'm meant to be

I wont let her die on the vine,

I will reap her message and let her bear her fruit...