Silent

It's late and my spirit is heavy. Today I walked the hills, pounded the earth, listened to my heart thunder, but it was muffled. I looked into the sky and glanced at the clouds. My vision was weak. There is no fire in my heart right now. The world is mute. The last little while has felt this way. I am not sure how it came to be. I find myself trying to start a flame but the wind blows it out. I am in a silent movie. Where is my lovely sound? Where are my vibrant colors? Where is my fire?