I'm Still The One

I want to write another one
But I’m not sure if there’s anymore
Could this be the end; am I done?
My brain is a little sore.
I’ve got all these words
Running through my mind
Soaring through like the birds
Yet they are still hard to find.

I’ve written so much over the years
How much more could there be?
I still deal with my fears
And I’m still searching for me.
I wish the words would flow like they use to
No hesitation when I write
What is there that I can do?
To rekindle the dimming light.

I pray the light will get brighter
And I can see clearly inside my head
I feel my chest getting tighter
I feel as heavy as a piece of lead.
I wanted to write one more
And that’s what I’ve done
I still write from the core
And I’m still the one.