Though Poetry has always been one of those things about myself I could not quiet understand but held a deep intricate, unexplainable passion from inside, deep down inside of me. Things are beginning to change and I always say that I need to work harder but there's school, track, and a social life all working against me. Sometimes I feel like I am loosing my inner voice while those around me continue to tell me that it will come back in time. I'm afraid that it wont come back, I start writing and then I just lose it, the beauty and then the words.

I though that poetry was mines at one point and now I don't even know what it means to me anymore and I keep wondering if the reason is okay when change.

Why do you write/why do I write/why do we write..