Whispers of the fading ink

I want to tell you a story, a story of who I was and who I have become . A writer whose pen bled words, Sentence so deep, yet comforting Thoughts so fierce, yet genuine . Now a writer whose words and pen have become bleak, Paper crisp, yet blurry with doubt, hazy words, written yet hidden A story told, but pages remain torn, Ink fading, yet longing to be reborn .