I feel trapped,
Trapped by the boundaries of my mind, the boundaries of reality,
Why can't I write?
Why must my mind close,
Close like a vault unable to access it,
The shadowed tentacles of doubt continue to constrict me,
Why can't I write?
Does the doubt keep closing the tunnel to my imagination?
Narrowing the tunnel to my innermost thoughts,
A flickering struggles to illuminate the depth of my mind,
Why can't I write?
Even as I write I feel it grasping,
Unbearable constriction,
Closing,
Dimming, Trapping my souls words,
Why can't I write?
The distance of my loved one beckons doubt closer,
Sadness consumes me,
Cradles me into false comfort,
Maybe...
Maybe...
This is why I can't write.
She fills my thoughts and touches my soul in turn,
Just the thoughts and memories summon a smile,
And thus in turn the smile forms words,
Inspiration,
She is not only the reason I can write,
But the soul reason I do write.