"On The Walls"

In my hands
This quill feels unfamiliar...
It's been so long since I've wrote
The words come slowly
It's as if they no longer know me...

In my mind
The phrases are few
And far between the prolonged silence
Nothing sounds right
It's as if I've lost the will to write...

Still...

With these hands
And with this mind
I'll wring the words from the lining of my heart
If I must
To fulfill the calling -
Inculcated
"Mark my words"
I'm still carving my name...

I just thought 'I have to post this'.... 'tis the first piece I've written in months and I love it... and apparently it's very good too... Fancy that! =] I'm still carving my name...