it's very few and precious moments 
i come back to myself-
breathe Life into
empty hollows
and forgotten halls

the well, once dry
now runs from between cracked lips
words coming with an innate understanding
from the tip
of my tongue

the how, when, where, and why
are All-Encompassing
as my heart spills onto page
after page-
making up for years
of Loss
and emptiness

and I know that this is temporary-
that the well will run dry once more
and I will be left a shell
Lifeless and Hollow

but for now, I am Alive 
i breathe Fire and Song
into the things that matter 
my voice screams that I Am Here
that I Exist-
it begs
do not forget me

for now, I am Alive
and I will cherish it
until I can no longer