All I ever do is write
but words can only
take you so far.
Sometimes the air curves
like a waning satellite,
sometimes it takes
blood even to breathe.
My intuition falters
in the face of my fears.
I have forgotten
what it is to be
autonomous.
Advice never comes
free of expectation.
How do I stay wild
and still belong?
I am just a series
of regressions.
Sometimes it takes
greatness just to survive
from one moment to the next.
I gave it all away
without a thought
as to how I would ever
replace it and I just fell apart.
Now you say to me
do it again.
Do it again.
Give it up.
No one gets to have
No one gets to be
Writing just isn’t
something that
you can afford.
Be useful
go and shine
someone else’s shit.
mindlovemisery 
I say never stop writing
Thanks Beth =)
Beautiful poet, I hear you loud and clear, oh so clear. You do not even need to shine and put forth your brilliance every day, who is your task master? Rest, retreat, pull back, heal, cry, laugh, just do you and be you. Yes, and sometimes, a lot of times, it does take blood just to breathe. I love you.
I love you too! Thank you for all your encouragement and support =)