The Cycle

To be a poet,
One must FEEL.
I've been Numb
for three Months,
Needless to say,
my writing has
been put on hold.

Once again the struggle.
But, I know that it's worth it.
As soon as I realise
pushing water through
the same cotton is
not only going to yield
more diluded results each time,
but become habit all the more.

I need to give that up
for good.
mine is a life worth living.

For mine, is a LOVE
who is WORTH loving.

in distance, and proximity alike.

I yearn for my love,
and for the strength
to journey back to that place,
no matter how high the road,
back where life was worth livin.
where i woke up in the morning
with the will to discover something new
and great about life, that inquisitiveness.
where i woke up in the morining and
wondered what i would create today,
what i would write, draw, anything.
who i would meet, who i would inspire.

i want it back.
i want it bad enough,
and for those things,
i will s t r u g g l e
that's right.

in due time,

i will find myself, again.