Assembling images, constructing themes
Why won’t the words come when I’m proving a point?
I prefer my rage with a pen’s edge
Knives are for posers
Resorting to blood
Instead of destroying the mind.
Don’t they know
The mind bleeds more?
So I write my anger and I do puzzles
Clicking pieces together
Why can’t my brain click into place?
Let me be happy, just hush
It’s time to pull out paints again
I’ve been lost in words; I can’t come out
They’re running together
An ink cage.
I hold the key, the light within reach
Pick up the brush
Then another
There’s no thinking in the colors.
– Sara Myriad
Note: I love the whole creative process, but sometimes, clearly, I need to switch things up.
2 Comments
Lucky Number Eleven
That’s powerful.
Struggling, but not giving up.
Changing things up is good. But don’t forget to come back. You will continue to do great things.
—M.
Andy B
I’ve never met a writer, nor even read of one, who couldn’t relate to this. You’ll find your way through the fog, my friend.
I admit I did smile at “knives are for posers.” As a lover of knives, I don’t actually go about stabbing people, so your point is quite valid.