Mojo

Where does my Mojo go 

when it leaves me and have me feeling 

so, so?

Trying to pick up the pieces but don't know where to start.

I wish my Mojo come back because,

life without it is hard.

I feel like I'm in prison and 

surrounded by guards.

And the only thing that's captured is my beautiful ART.

Being held hostage within my own mind.

Trying to open up the blinds but the sun won't shine.

So all I can do is hope and pray that 

someday, one day

Me and Mojo can play!

written on 7-28-15

8:05 pm