Writer's Block

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...