There are Worlds
It’s been three months since my fingers have touched
the keys on this old laptop for reasons other than school
I have wanted to just sit here and let all the emotions
drain out of my heart through my hands... the same way
that the soiled water does at the end of a hot bath.
But time and time again, as my fists hover above the keyboard
my mind goes blank and all I can do is stare at the white screen
willing my thoughts to just splatter themselves
like ink splotches on a paper weeping from a feather pen.
There are worlds locked away in my skull
Places and people living in full detail and color
the connection between them and expression cut off
somewhere in my blood stream, not ready to be spilled
on to the barren paper or typed into stories online.
So here I sit, palms aching from staying still
heart racing with the possibility of creating again,
as I write my first words in three months...