My creative side’s been squelched again
Soooo frustrating
Seems like every time I turn around,
Something’s come up,
Something’s happened,
Feels like a conspiracy sometimes…
My head keeps spinning with the pace of life:
No time to be still,
No time to play my flute,
No time to write,
No time to “be�,
Always something to do!
The struggle feels monumental.
Still, if there is one thing I am,
It’s persevering… persistent…
Downright stubborn about not giving up
My creative needs
Wedge in a moment here,
A moment there,
A word edgewise every now and then
Until satisfaction tells me I’m finished.
Like I said, squelched or not,
I refuse to give up, dang it!

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