I may have made a mistake. I have not been writing as much as I would like, and I have not penned a poem worth its weight in ink for quite some time. Why? Or better yet...why not? This brings me back to the mistake I referred to. When I started writing poetry, I wrote for me. I wrote the words that somehow appeared at my fingertips. I found inspiration all around me...mostly in the people I like and love. Emotion and passion were there. But something changed. I became complacent. I stopped seeing the inspiration. Worst of all, I stopped writing. Again. This is a common problem in my life. I stop writing. Not even my journal was receiving any love. I am feeling quite low at this point. But, it will not be the end. I am going to fight my way through this and start writing again. I may not publish a poem on my website or any other website for a bit. But I will write. I will compose. Good grief, I may even rhyme something. Won't that be a change?