Conflict, Resilience & Fears

After almost six months of creativity, I was thinking about how I previously struggled with my writing. I came up with this Sitting quietly in a room A book full of ideas A thousand kingdoms trapped in ink Poems, songs and stories Legends, fables and facts Where do I start? Have I got the skill? Is my turn of phrase good enough? Doubt lingers and takes hold Sapping the energy out of every bright idea Fight Challenge Every negative thought Finally The writing starts Pages crum

Oh, you up there looking down on me What do you see Do you think I look back at you In awe In fear No I look at you in pity I’ll tell you why You see You built walls To keep me out But instead They keep you in Trapped inside that bubble Where you were taught to look down Even before you could look around We live under the same sky Breathe the same air We may seem different creatures But Our blood is the same Hearts beat the same rhythm Even if out of sync One day You may need

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