i want to create
beautiful things
paint words that bring
hope

a glimmer to the eye
a smile to the soul

those happy words
though
grow stale in my mouth
like thick tar they coat my thoughts
dragging it to a grinding halt

the tar sets
hardening to an adamant shell

letters no longer form words
they collide against the smooth black surface

endless bombardment
meaningless symbols

crouched in my shell
i give up
resign myself

and pick up the chisel,
Overwhelmed
and the hammer,
Panic

one blow to the thick surface
the adamant shatters
the letters arrange themselves
neat lines
quite and waiting to be chosen

cool darkness twists around me
gently brushing my cheek
waiting
expectant

“let’s begin”