this mind aches for a poem.
She want to see the poetry in other’s
Yet such as this young girl wants rain in the middle of winter,
the words are not there for her to write.
A blank canvas, it is all out there
Yet, hidden in her own thoughts,
She feels puzzled, as the wall continues to push on her
this brain wants something to spark her heart
To pick something from the ordinary day
She seemed hesitant, losing her streak
Fighting to keep it, and trying to share it.
Fear and standards keep pushing her away
All these jumbled idea, bouncing around
to sort them out, it is frustrating
Although, because of her love
She will do just that, find the poem
Sometimes, it is easier to write things down
Then the thoughts that don’t matter
fall out, and the true ones, stay
For they know they will be the next piece of poetry.