Losing interest

I used to love writing, 

it made my soul happy, 

I used to write all the time, 

but now I look at the blank page

sitting in a room, all alone 

nothing’s coming, 

no thoughts, 

no inspiration. 

Now it just feels like a chore, 

but how can you feel like this, 

about something, 

that once made your heart full? 

I’m not only talking about writing, 

I find myself doing things, 

I absolutely adored, 

only to find out I don’t find joy in them anymore. 

It’s such a scary thing, 

it feels like I left part of me in the past, 

part of me that I will never get back. 

Now I just look at the blank page, 

erasing every word I have written, 

it just feels like it doesn’t make sense

it feels forced. 

I think this is the moment you have to realize, 

you have to let go of the things, 

that feel like a chore, 

maybe one day you will find joy in them

again. 

Tégla Myra   XI. H