Why I Am Silent, And My Lute Unstrung

Why I've been quiet:

I am not above rejection and hopelessness

The sense of failure that creeps in like a thief

And leaves with your dreams tucked

tight under its arm

I am not above self-harm.

I am always learning, and always forgetting

Why I write :

I write to make a literary contribution to the world 

To mark all the places traveled and feelings unraveled 

It is my equivalent to standing atop a cliff

and proclaiming "I exist!"

And if I should fall over it... 

Well, what a grand exit indeed!