Out of Direction

I got lost finding directions
to the way out of the mess
I directed myself into.

I made
direction-
less-
ness,
when direction,
is what I needed to make.

I don’t have it in me
to sit here
and write
about
inspiration
today.

I’ve exhausted all inspiration
guiding myself into action.

I have run out
of runway.

There’s nothing else to say.
I’ll do what I always do.
Make what I always make.
Each day
as beautiful
as the last.