Sitting silently, colors bouncing off the souls
of those with the creative energy to make
Art
Green with envy, I only have a roadblock
in My Head
an obstacle in my creative journey
The River of Ideas has ceased to flow
The Train of Thought goes round and round
and round again
Where am I
Who am I
What am I lacking
Face flushes, reddens, like a rosy peach
It is frustrating to sit here without a map
directing me to the Land of Motivation
Thumbs twiddle round and round
like the Train of Thought
Twiddle-Dee, Twiddle-Dum, I hum
I try to sooth my aching mind
when It appears in the form of
a young bird
who needs to strengthen
his Wings in order to take flight
and soar
He cocks his head and looks
at my naked soul and says
“My name is Inspiration”
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