the tip of the tongue

inspiration has waited so long for me.
coming back to the words I used
to define myself by.
I haven't looked at myself lately,
really looked.
I don't like what I've been.

I found my loss to be,
in truth, my gain.
I never would have felt that touch,
calm and confidence and restraint,
that loosed me from my sanity.

I think passion might have freed me,
at least to seek my soul,
or to hear that voice,
low and sweet and sarcastic.
To laugh and to find my own.