A Flame Burning Bright

Been long, since I wrote something
anything.

Am I worried?Not really.
Do I care to worry?No.
So, no stories, no new ideas
no fire in the belly
no passion,
the twinkle in the eyes
unless, charged by something extra-ordinary
and how often does that happen?

That one idea that kept me going
helped me live, though without money
where is it?
I haven't been consumed
possessed by something in a long time.

Had a chat with myself,
another friend;
realized I do not write at all
unless provoked,
or am in a state of constant agitation.

Am much peaceful these days
happy, as a matter of fact.
Is this the onset of creative impotence?
I do not know.
What I know
is whenever the new story, idea, character
has to happen, will happen
naturally.
I can't force it
I can't orchestrate