Door To Nowhere

My stories are irrelevant even to me,
The words inside refuses even as I cry.

Pencil against a blank canvas
I feel God mocking me as I try.
It's been years since I put a sketch to work.
But I think about it from time to time.

I wish I could be like Hana
Paint the world as I see it.
Or perhaps be like Wren
Create magic with words
Enough to drive away the bad thoughts.

Maybe I've been cursed, cursed to dream and feel
But never to set it free.
Always feeling it within my grasp
Never to hold it in my palms.

I wish I could hurry up and grow more.
Perhaps maturity will bring me the keys
To this long ago dreams.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Being stuck in a rut and not being able to break free is always a hard place to be in. Well penned and a great read. Hopefully one day real soon. You will find your flow ones again.

[Nimfle]

:) thank you

[m3lody mae]

such a creative well expressed write

[Nimfle]

Thank you :)