Where have you gone, words?
She vanished like vapour;
No longer lingers like a whisper from my perception, but she girds
Them. She used to pour out endlessly,
flowing like a babbling brook.
Now, dry, like the earth before conception.
Parched, she sits desolately,
Crying out Spirit fill anew!
I am trying to practice self-love and compassion, being present in this state, notice the sensations and go back over old writes for inspiration.