I Quit

I quit when it’s quiet, When progress feels slow. When doubt starts to whisper: “You’ll never quite grow.”

I quit when the screen Stares back with a glare. When the lines don’t align, And my mind’s stripped bare.

I quit when the world Feels too loud to create, When passion turns pressure, And hope starts to wait.

But then something stirs— A flicker, a spark. A voice in the static, A pull in the dark.

A design on my feed, A chord in a song, A word in a comic That drags me along.

And suddenly I’m typing, Again, late at night. I’m sketching, I’m dreaming, I’m chasing the light.

Not ‘cause I’m steady, Or strong, or so wise, But because there’s a fire I just can’t disguise.

So yeah, I keep quitting. But here’s what is true: I always come back— And maybe so do you.