Something has changed me
Something is not quite right
Somehting deep inside of me
Something I could write
I've lost something in transfer
I can't put my finger on it
THe one thing that defined me
Gave me a reason not to quit
The package postmarked fragile
But apparently I couldn't read
I thought it was fully stable
A vital piece I need
My fire, my drive
The reason I'm alive
How I act, how I feel
Now nothing feels real
I'm back to square one
I'm not nearly done
I'll trade it all for what I lack
I want my passion back
Author notes
This does have to do with my love for writing. I lost it for awhile. I've still not completely found it, but I'm getting there. I think I'm on the right path.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nicely rhymed. The erratic meter reinforces the sense of struggle very well.
We all seem to go through times when it "flows," almost effortlessly! And the other times when it feels like you have to arm-wrestle every resisting and combative word to the page!
It's not gone, just old patterns struggling to a phoenix rebirth. It will be even better than before! Watch for it patiently
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