【Poem】Ripening

Ripening

The fountain of creativity within her lost its momentum
The gushing passion cooled
The earnest heart grew cloudy
The burning eyes lost their heat

There is no strength in the hand that grips the pen

Was it lost?
Was it stolen?

In truth, it was neither

She was simply following the process of rebirth
Her overflowing fountain of creativity
Was something that needed to be let go of once
She let it go because it was necessary

And when the time is ripe
She will return once more

Clad in a radiance many times, many tens of times greater
And so she will go around distributing happiness to people
Continuing to shine in a corner of the world until that time comes again