sometimes,
i am stuck
not just with my pen
hovering above paper,
but stuck
with my arm extended,
unable to connect
thoughts to words
words to expression
expression to letters
orthography allowing
ink to spill my
heart and soul.
how can i write,
when not only am i physically stuck
but mentally
and spiritually impaired as well?
how can i live,
if i am unable to breathe
life unto paper?
i am severed.
an unconnected
body, mind, soul
stuck in a suspension of time...
of reality...
incapable of uniting those pieces of me
that will allow me
freedom
to divulge
innermost thoughts and secrets
emotional torrents that race
from my soul into arteries
causing muscles to spasm
fingers to clench
tightly to my pen
hastily scribble, scratch words
onto paper
causing
deep indentations
and ink blots
indecipherable letters
that only i can read
as they are imprinted not only on paper
but in the darkness behind my closed eyes...
how do i become unstuck?
how do i gather motivation and strength
to continue moving forward?
to command my hand to move,
forcing the words from my heart
out through my pen
and onto paper again? .....
the solution is locked somewhere deep
deep inside my chest
i feel it there...
rhythmically pulsing,
patiently waiting
antagonizing me while i remain
confounded and disconcerted,
my pen hovering above paper,
my words trapped
inside my soul....
stuck.