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Untitled Nightmare
Haunting night for writer's block decided to
explore my writing endeavors awakened always
at three am feeling overwhelmed from another night
filled with words dancing about inside my head to put
to pages immediately before they shift again suddenly
I realized one of my poems title was changed to untitled
checking my notes why I make extra careful to copy all
my work even though I began writing simply the
old fashioned way on paper yellow note pad's to be
exact line for line submitting by mail after my son begged
me to show my poem to his teacher so I let my son
take one of my poems to school for show and tell
he read it in front of the class my son's teacher was
so impressed she admired my work so much she
begged me to enter Montel Williams poetry contest
back in 1999 to my surprise excellent write I was just
house wife mother of eight retiring from my employment
Mac dill Airforce base after an injury I adored writing
telling short stories writing to amuse my children constantly
with children books poems music unexpectedly 2003
I was in a serious crash car bomb ignited my skull
fractured my nasal arch crushed sinus plate crushed eye
socket bruised frontal lobe temporal lobe and my optic nerve
blinding my right eye crushed my face bruised my brain
to my surprise I wrote uncontrollably compulsive writing disorder
I would say because I needed to save my brain my doctors
told me thank god I wrote poetry writing helped my brain injury
it helped your mind function comfort my brain so I couldn't
stop writing my brain sent signals to my mind creative writing
began me i needed to keep writing just in case my brain injury
someday stopped in mere thought how devastating I thought
to wake up and vanish I was blessed I'd written an autobiography
of my entire life I wrote everyday all day in case dementia Alzheimer
to someday surface I dreaded this being a writer who knows
at any rate writing poetry everyday enhanced my memory
enhanced my life so finally got my first computer and began
submitting several poems a day you could imagine how I felt
reading untitled on one of my poems write when my computer
shut down so I ran to the library in a blizzard to find about
eight more read untitled by gods grace I'd copied all my work
changed my email address and relocated contacted the business
direct office with copies of all my poems in hand with all the titles
this woman was very helpful and was very apologetic and apologized
for this glitched my titles reappeared the publishing company
offered me many offers saying I was one of their best writer's
this was a complete nightmare for any poet I can truly relate to
Virginia Woolfe writing from her hospital bed in London
her best work was with suicidal thoughts I often admired
young poet Mattie Stepanek only seven years inspired me
before his passing to keep writing no matter how broken
you may be meanwhile I now embrace thee untitled nightmare
Copyright ©
Yolanda Nicholsen
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