Creatively, I am walled in, can’t see what could be, can’t see what is not yet made.
Appreciating beauty made by others.
Words, images, concepts, ideas, relationships: creations all made by the minds of brilliant beings.
I am stuck, trapped by my own mind.
Yearning to spread the truth of the world that I know needs shared.
Creative pursuits yield moments of self-doubt.
Give me the answer of what I’m to do and I’ll go out and do it.
Have me find it on my own; that I won’t do.
For now, I remain blocked in and scared of what I am capable and of what I am not.
i have words and words and words
and nothing to say