Struggling.

I’ve lost myself. My own passion.

I’m wading by, floating aimlessly.

I’ve lost it all.

I used to have magic,

I used to inspire.

Now, I’m just drained.

A seed of fear

grew and invaded my spirit,

and now,

all I want is my own spirit back.

Oh, how I’ve tried.

It’s like death knocked a tad early,

the moment you felt your own spirit

disintegrate.

I don’t want your silence,

nor your ignorance or apathy,

what I would love,

is your kisses and encouragement.

SOmehow, all these years,

I haven’t realised that what I had wanted so bad, is to bring back my soul.