She is afraid that poetry will leave her.

She is afraid that she’ll loose the inspiration.

She is afraid that she may forget her creativity.

What she does not know is that there is nothing that’ll leave; there’s nothing to loose; there’s nothing to forget; because it’s all her.

It’s all within her.

She is made up of poetry and inspiration and creativity.

How can one loose what one’s made up of?

 

– Gursimran Kaur