For the first time
In such a long time
I finally can
Pick up
A pencil
And let it
Fly across the page
And write
The perfect words
To describe, expose
The ones inscribed
On my heart
Is it possible
To be this
Exhilarated and
Peaceful
At once?
There is no
Greater joy
Than the beauty
Of poetry
No greater
Woe
Than the
Heart gripping
Sadness
Of writer's block
It's my
Soul
To write
Without it
I'm positive
I would
Wither away
This victory is
The sweetest I've
Ever tasted.
And the day
Has yet
To finish.

Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-personal-corner-of-heaven/