The ache

The canvas in my mind is blank.

I lack a muse to inspire and infuse feeling and poetry.
I cannot marry them together like I used to.
Right now,
it is all malice and mystery.
It is all ‘I hate my body,
and it hates me.’

What did I do wrong?

As my motivation hits an iceberg,
my get up and go has
got up and gone.

What did I do wrong?

These are my days
but they don’t feel like they are mine.

As I fight to live a life free from pain
I will be the one that softly weeps

you’ll still have honey in your eye.

Featured image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

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