Writing Spark

I use to be able to do it
But now I'm only chasing the breeze
Of a past that I wished
Did not leave

I feel like I'm crawling now
Still on my hunt
For that special spark
That allowed me to get it done

I can feel it at my finger tips
Though only for a few moments
Then a huge gust blows it away
I'm left feeling broken

It's just a cycle of catch
Except of course it escapes
How can this cat
Convice his mouse to stay?