at times
free I am, engorged
at creativity’s spring
at times
a stifling
dank pit
mires my pen
at times
a crowd of peers
bless, opens my heart
at times
snagged, caught
off course
I’m lost
at times
deep azure
is the sky
so kind
at times
a darkness
fogs, withers
my mind
at times
a lonely, stifling
dungeon cell
crowds my thoughts
at times
warm, fresh
trade winds
cleaves my home
at times
swift-footed
answers find me
at times
my shouts
echo
unheard
at times
steady the cycle
I must
I must
© by DC Lessoway
I can relate to these feelings. I love the line about creativity’s spring.
I like the style of it 🙂 relatable too.