but there isn’t any.
some days lack the fuel—
to move, to make, to feel.
no motivation to go on,
no inspiration to create,
no energy to smile,
not even enough to cry.
some days offer nothing.
and on those days,
I remind myself—
it’s not the will that’s gone,
but the strength to see
that will still waits,
beneath the weight of it all.
the will is never lost.
so I show up
to keep going,
to keep reminding,
to keep lighting the spark,
to keep the flame alive,
to steady the faltering,
to fuel the will—
and not fall off the edge.
This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and fifty first edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – FUEL hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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Void Thoughts 
This perfectly reflects my current state of mind and gives me the strength to never lose the will.
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if you ask me sometimes we all need a little break from being strong … a little break to feel all those emotions before getting back on our feet.
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Wow! Vinitha, I am in awe of your poetry. This one left me spellbound!
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‘The will is never lost’ – that’s the most important thing. Keep going Vinitha.
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Never give up, never surrender:-)
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