Poem about trying to break out of writer's block.
|Work out the kinks of the fingers
to let something start to flow.
You are simply out of practice, need that
tune up before you are on your way.
If the pen can flow,
it just needs the push,
to destroy that too plain paper.
Make that whiteness beautiful in a way
you cannot make
Mark one instead of the other.
Out of touch, out of the sensors.
Become the flow, allow yourself to
Been trapped too long.
Find the safe
- the unsafe -
outside that comes and goes as it pleases.
Join it, something, anything to free that
that begs to be let out.
Just work out the kinks.