Where Has D. D. Gone

Where oh where has D. D. gone?

Has she run off somewhere new to play

I miss her, and her special way

Of helping me cope with the day.

A month ago she ruled my head

Five thousand words a day

Spilled from my head

Through my fingers and onto this screen

Now if I write, it is with some dread

For the words no longer spill from my head.

Now when I write, it takes an effort from me

Now when I close my eyes, there are no words to see.

And it’s not just my writing this is showing the strain

Of wondering when or if D. D. will take control again.

My desire and motivation for what I love in my life

Have slipped away, like butter on a hot knife.

My life is now full of quick bursts and spurts

Like the kittens I watch throughout the day.

Fifteen minutes of frantic energy alone or with friends

Then two hours of blissful rest, shared with those same friends.

When D. D. was here, it was the same but different for me

Fifteen minutes of rest, followed by two hours of writing.

But with D. D. on vacation, or wherever she is gone

I seem to just be drifting and stumbling my life no longer a song.

By: me

©October31, 2014

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing