I'm trying to find my light again,
I'm trying to use this gift.
The gift of writing, the gift of deep emotion,
The way I make it beautiful.
Just with a piece of paper and a pen,
My blood seeps out ink...
For of the deep, I dare not speak. •
I've been in a funk for some time... Lost my joy and passion in writing, music... The very things I'm in love with. Like a writers block but worse. I don't know if it's another stage of grief... But... I don't like it. I don't like the fact that I sit and feel that a precious gift isn't being used. That I'm not happy most days. That I feel like I fight constantly. Though I win, it's tiring. God has always pulled me through the toughest times in my life and I have no doubt He isn't doing it now. But I just want to feel again. To love again. To know what it feels like to have that again. With morality dying off so quickly, it saddens me. People with hearts are a rarity. I'm trying to get this spark back... but all I've wanted to do is lay in my bed... Do the things I need to do as adult that are so mundane, and sleep, to do it all over again. Life is never meant to be lived alone. When you have lost ALL you have ever held deep in your heart... So deep that it's just been ripped apart, it's hard... To get back up again. I've lost my spark, I admit it. I want it back. I need it back. I need to take my writing and my gifts to the next level.
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@seraphessence @worldofpoets - 3 days ago