Satisfying Poem

I wrote this
so
that I may
have
something
new to
read,
because
I have
grown
used to
my old
poems.
I cannot
rest well
(being in
such a
state)
without
coaxing
a breath
out of
my muse.
For even
a cracked
whisper,
half-heard,
is a
splendid
step
towards
a new
un-darkening
of a
flake
of my
psyche.