Blown beliefs; Show the doorway <br />Shattered thoughts litter the floor <br />Lost confidence. <br />Motionless my pen drips on faded paper <br />Words stagnant as leaves <br />on lake. <br /> <br />A remark, from someone <br />Far away, makes me rethink <br />Read again, in a drift <br />Where the readers would gain <br /> <br />I reflect.Why me? <br />My thoughts stand still <br />I walk uphill, against my will <br /> <br />A ripple comes <br />The pen no longer slips, on each word <br />It plants a kiss, at the heart of paper <br /> <br />I write again, <br />Nor for adoration <br />But for the stone that creates ripples.<br /><br />Nikunj Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worth-ii/
