Not Me

It used to pulse through me
An energy of light
Brightening my way
Guiding me through night
Its magical censures
Awakened my soul
I glided through frames
And gushed out words
So brilliant, so light
A world of the beautiful
I could paint like a master
And dance gracefully
Be an entire being
So in touch with Infinity
My fingers would disobey logic
And I create a world of words
Symphonies and orchestras
Sing to my own birth
It came with ease
A silent spectacle 
But I’ve grown old
My magic has grown weary
Tired and unused
A ballerina stumbles
Black streaks and crimson
Jet across linen hands 
I writhe and ache
I yell and cry
I’m losing who I am
To someone I’ve tried