Blown beliefs; Show the doorway
Shattered thoughts litter the floor
Lost confidence.
Motionless my pen drips on faded paper
Words stagnant as leaves
on lake.
A remark, from someone
Far away, makes me rethink
Read again, in a drift
Where the readers would gain
I reflect.Why me?
My thoughts stand still
I walk uphill, against my will
A ripple comes
The pen no longer slips, on each word
It plants a kiss, at the heart of paper
I write again,
Nor for adoration
But for the stone that creates ripples.
Nikunj Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worth-ii/
