Nothing Left

My words have packed a bag and hit the road. There is nothing left. No more to say. What can I do. My passion has been stripped away and sold for half price. What I would give to have them back, what I would give to turn back the clock. I wish your words weren't so harsh. I wish I still believed in my art.

When did I start letting others tell me what my worth was. I thought I was better than this. How did I let myself go this far. Can I really blame you for making me feel so low or is it my fault for letting this get to me.

I'm better than this, my passion was to write. I'm not gonna let you unkind remarks hinder my passion for writing. I'm taking my words back and I'm gonna write for Jesus. It doesn't matter what you think or what anyone else thinks. I write for God and he's the only one I care for.

So my words may now return to me. :)