Exploding Passion

Passion leaks onto the paper,
Deprived from what she loved.

The words wouldn't form sentences,
Ideas had abandoned her, deserted.
Her paper remained blank;
She was certain her ink had faded
For the final time.

Yet, here she is,
Her passion exploding inside,
Desperately seeking for that release.
Desperately wanting to make sense
Of what has become chaotic.

No longer who she used to be,
Her poetry has changed.
No longer searching for the same thing,
She has become a different person.

Passion leaks onto the paper.
Deprived from what she loved no more.