writer’s block

i have fallen into old habits once again
good ones, this time around
habits of fiction and fantasy
oh, how i have missed you
i consume words and usher out the promise of imagination
the page, oh it calls me, to pick up my creative mind and go again
the fiction curls and smolders
but never enough
why can't i write anymore?
like i once could, with such passionate abandon
i long for my writing like a lover lost
but flashes of anxiety strike before the words create a page
why? where did you go, oh confidence of mine?
return to me among the reality, you have a place
you always have
come settle back into me, my creativity, embrace and energize me like you once did
let me show the world you and i
because i believe we both have so much to give