renew

The love has not faded
nor been lost,
it has simply been slowly
packing up box after box
and finding another home,
and outlet for its uses
and its purpose.

There is, however,
a failing that comes in weakness,
in the desire to do
what once brought joy

but overcome with distraction,
with fear,
with fooling oneself into thinking that
this soul forgot how to write,
this tiny fumbling person
forgot how to shape words,
how to love what once it knew

but then grew so tired of
reproach and judgement,
critique and performance,

so much so
that it simply needed a quiet house

and a grumbling, muttering storm
to put itself right again.