too much

I wrote too much. 

I know I wrote too much when I saw the ink of my pen, it's almost gone now. 

I gave too much black towards the white paper 

I offered too many colors I drained myself. 

I produced too many liquids I lost my tears.

Sacrificed a lot of love, I've lost my greed.

Sometimes you have to give it up so you can accomplish things.

Something you have to let go in order to hold more. 

I wrote too much I got tired

I learned to rest and there I found peace.

I wrote again.

My pen ran out of ink, I learned about Phoenixes

how they turn themselves to ashes and be new again

I bought another pen. 

The dull paper was so happy of its marks

and the darkness inside was gone

I ignited. 

Although I drained the colors, there's a rainbow that sprouted

Was a drought but now abundant

I rained and reigned. 

The liquid turned into solid

More bonded

And the love that's left

Is the passion for one's self

And for others who wrote too much.