The safe return of my written voice.
Where can it be, do you know?
Is there a place the lost voices go?
It's been intermittent for so long now.
But I'd swear I had it just two days ago. Was I mistaken?
Have I done something wrong, did I drive it away again?
Maybe I've been fooled. Tricked. Led to think I can do this, but
maybe I can't.
It's just so unfortunate, so sad, and maddening, too,
because we had a good thing going, my voice and me. I was so sure.
And now, without it, blogging isn't the same.
Special projects are hard; inspiration is far.
My novel-writing is lame, flat, horrible. It's like
continue--though I've tried, oh, I've tried--because
nothing is cohesive without it.
I'm lost without my voice.
Still, I guess I won't give up hope.
Please, if you see it, won't you send it home to me?