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...