my heart yearns to write
my emotions yearn to be expressed
my thoughts yearn to be free.
i would give anything to satisfy these pleas
but alas, i cannot.
my pen won't write,
my keyboard busies itself with essays and research, and
my creativity has gone mute.
it feels like my soul is stuck, frozen in time,
trying to force out the pretty words that produced so easily before.
the more i try, the harder it gets
the more i lie, the number it gets
the more i cry, the easier it gets.
perhaps i need to come from a different approach, like i have today
just stop bullying my feelings, just stop wringing my mind,
and be content just letting it flow.
— The End —