as i sit and wonder
why i’m still
no movement forward
no chase no thrill

i often ponder
the common thread

what holds me back
from creation divine
i grasp and grasp

trapped by my mind

it seems my muse
bound by twine
a trap
a block
of my own design

my imposter in control
watching me drown
i panic and pray
my spark will be found

-r.f., 04.05.25