Seemingly the last
These words move from mind to screen
Should I say farewell?
I want to feel joy
Writing used to gift me
That feeling is gone.
Why? I am unsure
Inspiration’s hard to find
Despite seeking it.
Some of my best work
I did while on this platform
Pieces filled with love.
I am so grateful
For the opportunity
But I must move on.
I write uncertain
Yet hopeful for a fresh start
Escaping the past.
I know I’ll succeed
In finding that inner spark
My job here is done.
Thank you—I whisper
For letting me craft my words
This was just the start.