If you see it, send it home to me.

Writer’s block – it sucks.
I avoid my computer,
distracted by life.

I just want to laugh
and play with my son all day,
take pictures, and live.

But even when I
sit here to talk to you I
can’t turn it back on.

The screen is too bright,
the keys are too hard; I just
want to walk away.

I’m missing something.
A light-hearted happiness
once possessed is gone.

Most days are now filled
with more laughter than sorrow.
But still, I’m searching.

I can’t find my Muse.
Always there before, but it
is taking a break.

I think it’s hiding
from the sudden crying spells
that keep creeping in.

I’m sure it will come
home again in time. until
then, I will struggle.

Even now I think,
“This is crap. I should not post.”
But it’s late. I’m tired.