Sat down at the keyboard
And I couldn’t find the words.
I found the letters, that was easy.
Home row right there in my face.
But the words? The words? The words?
I can’t find those anyplace.
(I grabbed a pen and paper
To see if that would start the flow
… but it didn’t.)
I’ve run out of things to talk about.
Run out of things to say.
I don’t want to document the hold
That my disease has here today.
Yesterday we watched a movie.
And today, I’ll go outside.
I want to run and run and run until
inspiration and desire collide.
I’ll water plants – all the green beans.
I’ll log miles like a race.
I’ll hug my smallest Birdzone
And let the sunshine hit my face.
I don’t want to think about my meter.
Incessant arches of my graph.
I want to test and bolus and move on
Not let disease incite my wrath.
Burnout? No. Frustration? Nah.
It’s not like I’m done caring.
I just need a break. A small one.
And then I’ll go back to sharing.