Back?

You changed your skin.
You changed your face.
You changed your inner soul.
...but still pieces of you are scattered  on the floor.
...and when you faced that blank wall.
...and when you look into the crowd.
you still see yourself.
your young self.
writing.
prosing.
your heart trembling.
lonely.
weak.
longing.
for words to spring back into life.
but not from you--- no more.
then is it time to be back?
or is it time to move on?