Emerge From The Fog

Pen and paper stand in readiness
poised to produce
Desiring to be used
to fulfill their purpose of existence

And yet they wait
The user of the tools
sits in a fog
mindless at best
waiting for the words to flow
But they are stuck
in concrete as it were
motionless – cold
nearly dead

How can tools of creation
melt the mind
free the words
pen and paper cry out for attention
Being useless is such a heavy weight
pulling them down to despair

From deep within
ideas emerge from the fog
words begin to pile
The pen dances

as words appear on paper
Usefulness regained
words, pen, and paper rejoice
The Waltz has begun
Creation happens
Destiny Restored!

 

This one of my most treasured poems I have written. Writer’s block is real and painful.