Muse

I lost my muse.
To life and all its fear.
To the too long, the too old, the too familiar. 
To the uncertain, the unknown, the what ifs.
Beautiful. Wild. Untamed. Yet tarnished. 
Burned by the world's evil and anguish. 
Thoughts warm me, then leave me broken.
Perfectly fit. Cosmic. 
Where yin meets yang.
Where sun and moon both kiss the sky at the same moment in time.
So faded into one, there is no beginning or end.
I lost my muse. 
I may never write again.