My passion for writting .....Where did it Go?

The I had for writing has slipped away from me I didn’t realize until the starting of this narrative paper. I have my mind set on what I’m going to write about. But I can’t seem to write it out. Where did it go? I wonder what happened to my love for writing. I use to love it I had a passion for writing. I even wanted to become to become a journalist at one point of time. But when I got to college everything had changed I began to get wrapped up in my school work ,also my job . And that’s when I just stopped writing. the pen never wrote freely until needed to be. I can remember my first poem I have ever written.

“Beneath these brown eyes”
Look inside my shadow many emotions I am strong, brave cold, lonely, scared of what I have to offer to the world .could they see the women I am growing to be .the lady I had become. Drama in my life has been biggest part of me “no I don’t create it ‘but it tries to create me I decided to let it all go. From me as I speak with the words of a lady. I don’t let the fears come near me anymore. I walk with faith, talk with courage. I am superwoman in the flesh. Beneath these brown eyes. Love will love me. We will be part as one. If you can’t handle me at my worst, than u don’t deserve my best. I am the greatest of them independent. Head high I won’t be knocked down but beneath these brown eyes I am a lady who’s growing into a woman.....