The Return Home

Longing to have what inspires me to spark a piece of happiness in my sense of direction & freedom from doubt Something that once came to me without much effort is now hidden beneath my refusal to cry a promise I made to myself a long time ago I didn't know then, how much it would take away from me my creativity; my focus, the trust I had in my own instincts This is not poetry it is the lack of it that has left me abandoned for so long because I didn't know I was wrong until I noticed just how much of me was gone