The Ink is Alive

I haven't written in a while ...
Days pass me by like I'm in a snowglobe...
Just another shake and it's the same shyt just a new day ...
Its a cold winter day
But I feel a warmth inside ...
My ink is alive ...
story's bouncing in my mind
Ready for their turn to be told ...
I didn't feel weak , broken or in the sunken place ...
I felt like I reached my break thru , My dream come true ...
Then I just paused, drifting
Floating in place....
Just a tiny step in-between
My new world and my old...
I'm ready now ...
More Prepared ...
Missions completed ...
Lessons learned ...
Moments to memorialize ...
My ink is alive ...
I'm ready to thrive at this new level ....
Armored up for the new devil's ...
God you got me this far , so I know with you I'll grow farther....
Gratitude exudes...
Flows thru my veins like a superpower...
Pounding loudly like a drum of
Love, & that's what I'll bring with me thru this next dimension .....
Along Trust , patience & grace ....
I'll rest guilt free
relax when I need , for the burden I've had to bare ....
I'll taste the fruit of my labor, from the tree of life, like a buffet in a garden created just for me ....
and I won't have regrets for those who can no longer get a plate
At my table where I plan to let the feast alongside me not aware of the beasts inside them....
Here my ink is alive..
I could fill these walls with words that surpass the count requirements ...
I'm happy to be back
Pretty little spark , Hello we meet again ...
And if or when my ink feels locked in a chamber or floating in space ....
just simply replace the pen
And welcome in
The natural flow ....
Because this is
where I belong .....Start writing...