I've lost my motivation.

I've lost the absolute love for writing.

I try to come up with a great chapter

maybe even a great word.

But I've lost the ability to do so.

No words, no characters.

Nothing comes to mind.

What was once my favorite hobby

had now become an impossible chore

I struggle and get the urge to quit

but I know I can't do such a thing.

It is my duty to myself and those that have encouraged me

to continue through this project

So I do just that,

my blood pressure rising with each failed idea.

Failure begins to look like a familiar friend

when suddenly the metaphoric light bulb goes off.

The perfect way to continue

the absolute best combination of words.

My pen races across the white spaces

the way a horse would across a race track.

Every letter, comma, and period placed in the perfect spot.

I can't stop writing, I don't want to stop.

It was fun again, thrilling even.

My previous thought of giving up and failing had been dashed away.

What was temporarily lost had been found once again.