Creative Menopause

For a while there,
I was worried.
So
terribly,
terribly worried.

I thought
I’d
lost you.
I thought
I’d
never get you back.

It’s a sinking feeling,
of deep,
dark,
despair.
A depression
which smothers your
soul-breath
out of you.

I’d sit lost
and dumb,
like a lonely semi-colon,
helpless in my
floundering
feelings
of fear
and failure.

But now,
you’ve gushed back
into my life.
You’ve found me
and I’ve got you good,
oh so good! So great!
I’ve got everything!

I can write once again!

Welcome back,
my precious,
precious
words!