I look at a blank screen for zero minutes
For Trixie, my muse is always overthinking and outthinking
I try to hold on to my sanity as she taps out something
Fast and furiously, without any help on my part.
Where are we going with this? I used to wonder.
I have stopped being curious. I just hang on for the ride.
Knowing she will come to screeching halt when she is finished.
She takes all of the anxiety out of writing.
If I like what she has written, I claim it.
If I feel it is questionable, I give her credit.
It works for us.
Categories:
outthinking, muse, write, writing,
Form: Prose Poetry
I do not want to see her face or hear her voice yet
I am licking my wounds, relishing in my hurt feelings
Not ready to forget, maybe never ready to forgive
Most childish, but please allow me this luxury.
She grovels, but I do not believe her.
I am holding on to my rage, killing myself softly
Outthinking what is happening.
Imagining myself into a frenzy of irritation.
She tries over and over. I do not relent, determined to retain my ego’s hurts.
Forgiveness is not easy coming, I get coaxed into it, by a wiser person.
One who understands that I am truly in a dark place,
created by my own determined ego. My attitude lightens almost immediately.
I feel like an abscessed tooth that just got lanced.
The pressure and the build up so much worse
than anticipated.
Release brings relief.
Written 5-28-2021
Contest: Forgiveness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
outthinking, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse