Write a poem called “The End” it cannot be about death, a break up, or the apocalypse.
When she pens the words “The End”,
It’s like saying goodbye to an old friend.
One that’s lived with her in her head,
Taken space in her home and bed.
When she writes the words “The End”,
It’s a message to the universe she sends.
Even the best of things can’t go on
Even the best writers must move on.
Move on to edits, and rewrites and more and more.
Type on bleeding fingers until the Ego is sore.
When she types “The End”,
It’s a message.
She’s ready to start again.