Middle of Winter

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.


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