When the Writing Stops...
An Apology to the Page
Do not be mad at me, dear old friend,
I have not been gone long.
Not much to say lately.
My poetic river of thoughts is clogged with fears of test scores and final papers.
I never meant to neglect you.
You’ve always been supportive of my most biased opinions,
Been there listening to my complaints and rewarding my triumphs
Every time I come to visit.
When I’m starved,
You let me devour your white lines
And drink in the sight of my words.
I know you stay up all hours of the night
Worried sick that, in my sleep,
I might need you-
Keeper of dreams
Prophet of nightmares.
And I always do…
…I always do.