This pen has been quiet
for months now on end
because of errands to tend to
and events to attend.
Creativity took a back seat
while productivity galloped ahead,
and slowly a grim cloud
took residence overhead.
Though I was doing “the things”,
my spark was dimmed low.
There was no hop in my step
and no creations to show.
What was a punch in the gut
was that it was noticed by none.
Not a single soul asked
“when is your next poem done?”.
As long as I seem busy
people assume that I’m fine.
Not inquiring about the soul,
whether it’s dusty or it shines.
I know were all “busy”
and our shoulders carry tonnes,
but can we please keep an eye out
for the spark of our loved ones?
The responsibility is ours alone
to light our own spark,
but what helps propel us forward
is feeling a hand in the dark.
Stop to look at your loved one:
have they stopped playing guitar?
Dropped their love for gardening
for no reason at all?
Make them feel seen
and let them know they are more
than the results they bring in
and the tasks they endure.
You don’t need to do much
just tap into your silly.
Bring out the lover, the joker,
the adventurous hillbilly.
Be a reminder, that’s all,
of how enchanting life can be.
They will do the rest themselves
to bring back the oomph and the glee.