Blurry Lines

My eyes ache hard in a steady throb A retinal crack…a nagging sob I crave the words and lines which flow The pain reminds me to take it slow I reach for verses sharp and bright My vision blurs and dims the light The poems wait just out of view Frustration sharp but it’s nothing new I rest my eyes, breathe and wait Hoping the ache will dissipate I close my book and set it down Still the words spin around It stings to stop and hurts to pause A love held back by stubborn flaws Poetry is kind and will wait for me Even if sometimes it’s hard to see I take a break to heal and breathe The words are there if I believe Fleeting poetic lines I chase I'll write again at my own pace