No, not me.Years of therapy, medication and introspection have put paid to burnout. My life is now one long happy sabbatical. Alas, my computer monitor was not so fortunate. But all is well now and I am back to noodling with the old haikus. Here's one I came up with, courtesy my Californian magnetic poetry set:
Rocky seas of pain
Cried over with rose water.
Salt dissolves, stone stays.
I like it. For me, it relates to childhood abuse, and how healing can take away the sting, although the original scar can never be totally erased, only cleansed as much as it can, and then accepted.