The power of writing

The power of writing,
The need is great,
With words of wisdom,
Love and hate.

Of the forteen years,
Of my life so far,
I've written for people,
Who say I'm a star.

I dissagree,
I'm not that amazing,
But I can't stop writing,
When my mind is blazing.

I write for my love,
My family and friends,
I will write forever,
Or until my life ends.

My head isn't a dictionary,
It doesn't contain much,
But it can't stop them flowing,
And I try my best to touch.

I've lost my muse quite recently,
First with the death of my dad,
He was the healthiest person I knew,
He was the best friend I ever had.

Two months of no greetings,
I awaited for a change,
It was father's day that Sunday,
But there was a feeling of something strange...

I got the call on Friday,
That call just broke my heart,
The father who I loved had gone,
And my life was torn appart.

Depression washed over me,
Like a surfer on a wave,
But after a day or two I stood,
Tall and calm and brave.

Three weeks after that,
All seemed great and fine,
Until my gran became so ill,
And things stepped out of line.

Cancer in her lungs,
And other places too,
Caused her to breathe her last,
And then her life was through.

Not long after that,
What killed me deep inside,
Phlissity, my best ever friend,
Got sent away and died.

Because of these occurings,
My mind has now been made,
I'm telling you, I'm jinxed or cursed,
And, now, I am afraid.

But my writing still continues,
As it keeps me strong,
And know that when I'm writing,
My heart is where it belongs.