I have been struggling to write anything for over a year now, although I have fragments scattered throughout my journals, waiting for me to put myself back together, to find the gold in my crevices. I thought I’d share some.
The universe is never quiet
The ocean is never still
The sky keeps its secrets
Planets cast a shadow over stars
A new star is shaped from the wreckage of a destroyed universe
Inherited stars
Chasing shadows
Forgive the snow for falling
Walking Chaos
This sun refuses to die
Collapsing in on myself like a dying star
In this winter of our discontent
Depression made me do it
the same hollow in their throat
from swallowing all that sorrow
None of them form a coherent poem. Half the time I don’t know what I’m trying to say anyway. Anyone have any suggestions for jumpstarting your muse? I need to get some jumper cables for my creative process.