Writer’s Block
I haven’t written
Sometimes creativity sits
Like a dark black molded growth
Against the side of a dead tree stump
But even that tumor is alive
Even that blotch of ignorance
Is living
I don’t know if I want to share such things with the world
I’m not sure we’re meant to handle the recycling
The remolding
The renewing of everything
But then again maybe we are
And though my creation might not be bright as the star
It is still a creation and holds life
Right in the midst of all this death
I have written
6/23/18
Dedicated to all caught in the midst of the struggle between life and death...
