lost

I have lost the capacity to tell stories
The knack for words, the audacity of the bold
I have lost it.

And for what and why?

I will neither blame the bards of old nor the rustle of the wind outside
For there is just one reason for this loss
This inability to put to words what used to be easy and natural and free
I dare not put a name to it
In the hope that the inspiration strikes again

Someday. Soon.