My vocal cords feel rusty

modulating the breath deep inside me

I try to sing a song I’ve sung before and

I can hear the exhaustion vibrating between my mouth

and the space between us.


I wonder how I got me

and my soul


This desert where the water of

creativity and inspiration has run



When was the last time

I really sang?

I really took the time

to write?


I sit and try to figure out

just when it was that I lost

my way home-

my soulskin.