to write again...

I tried to write again the other day

my Winter passing cold over dark dormant thoughts...

i am a butterfly

i am in a cocoon

made of my own self-doubt.

My words muffled, then they went silent

my hands poised over the keys

They begun to tremble with fatigue

waiting, wringing, clenching

Wasting the passing of Time.

i am a butterfly

i am in a cocoon

made of my own self-doubt.

I walked away in pursuit of procrastination

my hands stroked the cat absentmindedly

They continued to move about

sorting, moving, cleaning

Anything but touching words.

i am a butterfly

i am in a cocoon

made of my own self-doubt

Yet one stellar day, my thin grey cloak of despair did tear-

gracious Time held her breath, encouraging me

Soon vibrant words came one by one, then spilling

tumbling, spreading, filling

Overflowing pages upon pages with fluid prolific thoughts.

I am a butterfly

I am out of my cocoon

revealed by my own self-worth.

And so I began to write again today

my Spring awakening dormant muses, bringing light from within...

                          ~      J.L. Grinyer  "to write again"   

                 

and now ima busy bee too ;p

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