The hidden path of a writer's mind,
A journey into the unknown we find.
The words we seek, we can't seem to bind,
Our inspiration, we try hard to remind.

Days seem to blur, hours go by,
Our cadence slows, our pen runs dry.
A loss of energy, a lullaby,
We seek to stir, the muses do sigh.

But in this darkness, we now see,
A glimmer of hope, a possibility.
The road back to our creativity,
A new path to find, our mind set free.

We gather strength, we travel on,
Our inner light, our guiding dawn.