I sit here staring blankly at the screen,
a white, phosphorescent page with a single blinking eye
beckoning, cajoling, daring and snarling.

I stare, with eyes not seeing, not blinking,
willing and wishing, fingers moving but not dancing
words coming fleetingly, rhyming yet nonsensical.

There was a time i danced free and unabashed.
A lyrical bard weaving prose that touched the heart ... bringing forth smiles
A poet that moved through night filled vistas ... painting new worlds with a quilled pen
A tortured soul that slit a vein and watched the words flow ... leaking my life onto the paper below

i could be anything and everything and yet nothing.

So why this sudden struggle,
so many years away from my love
so many days where words failed to flow
i feel the ability has waned but the passion
remained
a burning yearning desire
a struggle to release from within
flowery, intimate, passionate, dangerous, touching words

I will struggle
until it is found
until i am me
until i have discovered
if it has been lost

08/09/2011