After a comment was left on my blog 'What is Poetry" I was inspired to write this. I stare at the blank page Jot down a few scribbles Nothing makes sense Medication Numbed my inspiration Left the words lying flat Without breath But there is something I know it Is it my poem hiding behind a closed door Like a metaphor tapping But unable to enter Medication It was only an anchor through the hard times Steadying me Holding me Keeping me still Those months with fragments Finally
