thinking about freshness the clouds pass her by
she wonders why she lost the get up and go
the pushing hands that made her think about life
in such a way as to make her feel so content, so excited about the future
it seeped away as she slept
it drained away as she showered
it sank like a stone
thinking about books she read, things she wore, people she spoke to...
anything to spark the revival of the missing
gumption