The Words Beyond the Anchor

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 arrive with another look

The page is brightening

Now I can move differently

Let the anchor settle where it must

In the quiet that follows

I let the pen flow

The words return

With a calm and familiar feel