By no longer writing

Feels failed for inspiration 

Feels choking on sickness 

That doesn't belong to me.

Release with my words

Into the dark dead of night

The weights of this decline

To free my spirit for want of desire. 

My child who sees me suffer

And with this repeats the history

That I carried the load of my mother

And still do today.

Release

Cut cord

Free Fall

Into a better future. 

Lifting my pen to the page

The ink smells sweetly of something lost 

And I will carry forward this fountain

Instead of an inherited burden.