In the humdrum sameness
of my everyday life,
as teacher, mother,
sister, and wife
words have fled
causing undo strife,
piercing my heart like
an unsharpened knife
Oh, please, someone
come and rescue me.
Open my eyes that
I soon may see.
Fill my soul with
words: set me free
that I may write
what’s meant to be.
Why have the words
all flown away?
What did I do
to them betray
my inmost thoughts,
my flight from fray.
Come back to me,
without delay
Like a wee small child
I scream and shout.
throw all my pens
and toss about
long empty pages
lines, words without
hoping that soon
I’ll merit clout.
Tell me, please,
how to live again
with words and rhymes
flowing free like rain.
Send down a storm
to complete my brain.
I need you now.
That much is plain.
Great description of a dry spell, Terry!
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