I'm not even motivated enough
To form my lack of motivation
Into a real poem

Maybe if I just keep writing
Keep forcing my fingers to type
Maybe
I'll push past the cloud

Had I been born in another time
I might have called myself cursed
Not always

I don't mean to complain because so much of my life is basking in light
And there have been times before when I was trapped in dark storms
Which are now few and far between
So I stay busy under the blue sky


Then comes the cloud....
Blocking feeling
motivation
love
hope

Like all rainy days
It will pass

Rain, rain...
Go away

But it's not even raining
It's just the haze that keeps me from seeing reality
from participating
from living


I've learned not to fight.
I just wait
and hope tomorrow will be sunny