Giving Birth (May 4, 2019)

A vast void

Awaiting input

From a stalled press

Starved of fuel

Once more.

Like the universe

Before the “Big Bang”

The explosion

That created everything.

My thoughts are

A creative mixture

Of untold ideas

Awaiting delivery.

Bounding around

Inside my brain

Colliding with each other

As new expressions

And thoughts emerge.

And yet

Here I am.

Staring

At the computer screen

Forcing my fingers

To start typing

These elusive words

From my mind.

Knowing

Many will result

In a miscarriage.

Or worse

A stillborn.

As the tears

Roll down

My face.

One painful sigh

After another

Escapes my lips

With each occurrence.

At the death

Of an idea

Before its time.

As my soulscape

Slowly fills up

With mental markers

For each stillborn idea.

A time of mourning

Is required

Before moving on

With the next one.

In giving

The previous idea

Its proper respect due.

Renewing

My creative process

At the beginning

Once more.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: Not sure, if it’s the late start for spring, or real life, getting in the way, but I

have been struggling, with my writing, for most of 2019. It would be so easy to blame

others (like President Trump and the conservative horde that wants to rule the world,

with their hate filled ideology), instead of, looking deep inside of myself, for the root causes.

So, here I am. Seating before the computer screen, typing out my heart, for all to see.

Maybe, inspiration will find me, and guide me, to the next step that I need to take. In my

physical and mental healing. One can, only hope so.