A Dry Spell

She looks in the mirror

And wonders why? Who,

This face is that stares

Back at her?

Her spirit is shriveled

Her one great love

Has died.

She smiles and nods

She can't be fixed

She knows this now

Broken she must stay

But if only the words

Would come back to her

Then she knows

Everything would be okay

Where have all the stories gone

Where has it all gone wrong

She needs that spark,

That flicker of hope.

But it's been doused somehow

All is going well in her outer world

She feels ungrateful but

Inside she's still broken

She can't be fixed.

The words have left her

And she needs them

Like she needs air to breathe.

She is lost without them

They are her magic

And she's been robbed

By the non-believer that

Lives in her heart, in her

Head, in her mind.

If only she could be fixed

If only the words

Would flow but

She is broken

And she knows not

How long she will

Stay this way.

But until then

She is empty

A Void, without hope

Of ever feeling

Satisfied.