Week 23

I need to write again
To create all on my own
To make words dance in front of you
And me
But it isn't easy and I forget how.

I lost it when I lost you,
I forget how to birth and create love
It feels so distant from me
Such a far away land
It's not even on my map.

So here I wander
Looking for it, for truth.
The creator spirit
Has left me for you.
And it is difficult to rationalize
And as much as I try
I cannot stop feeling dead inside
But alas, I must write.

So what's a girl to do
When she can't sing the truth?
She writes and hope something happens,
Something magical happens
To her too.