Waiting for the Words

by jimowensjr

When words won’t come and the heat from

the staring page burns upon my face

becoming more than I can take

there’s nothing left to do

but wait.

 

The relentless blinking cursor taunts me

saying your muse abandoned you

and will not return,

so I wander like a lost

orphan.

 

Still, I keep digging in the barren soil

of my mind knowing that somewhere

amidst all the rubble, there is

some precious ore waiting

to be mined.

 

Some lesson to teach myself or perhaps

a memory that makes me smile

or maybe a painful thought

calling me to forgive

myself or another.

 

So I just sit and stare back at you

waiting and knowing that soon

white will give way to black

and I will begin to breathe

again.

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