I don’t know what to call my writings sometimes. I know when I write blog posts they are called blog posts lol. But when I write something like a poem, I hesitate to call it a poem because I don’t know if it’s a poem. It may be my own self-doubt. Either way, I wrote a little something that I would like to share:
I am looking for that passion I used to feel in my 20s.
The drive I had.
The ambition I had.
The zest for life I had.
I’m looking for that spark.
And, I think that spark is still flickering.
I know it’s there…it’s small & trying to stay alive.
It’s what has gotten me to pick up this pen & write at this moment.
For sometime now, it’s been hard to tap into those parts of me that knew what she wanted & pursued it.
Did I change?
Or is something mentally happening with me?
I want to feel that passion and zest for life again.
There is a part of me that hopes I can find it again.
I hope I didn’t lose it.
And, if it’s lost, I can find it.
I just gotta follow the light of the small spark that is flickering inside of me.
Writing this provided me a release. I cried writing it and really wanted to share it. Thank you for being here! <3
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