I don't know why I haven't been
Struck with inspiration in weeks.
I have plenty I could write about
I don't have a lot of stress.

I've been happier,
Recently.

Maybe I can only write about heartbreak
And pain
And strife
And growth out of it.

But my growth is still happening.
If myself now had talked to my self of three months ago,
I would be surprised.

I'm confident,
Even though the thing I'd been dreading,
It came.

The things I thought would challenge me,
They did.

The things I thought I could conquer,
I couldn't.

The people I thought I could trust,
I couldn't.

But I moved on.
So did everyone else.

Everything that's happened in the last month,
The last year,
The last five years,
It all built something stronger.