A few years ago, a social thread asked for advice for aspiring writers who were feeling stressed. Here was my contribution.
#1. Sadly, you can't just change your teacher. But what
Always, the blank page stares
It looks into the void
And finds nothing there
But trails of confusion
Helplessly following things forgotten
Lost to distraction
Cognitive flows broken
By the fragmented remnants
Of
Shapes, and mirrors
Dancing, reflecting
Merging and shifting
Breaking, directing the light
Shards in the night
Constancy of movement
Dilution of truth
A captured moment
A memory of youth
Coalesced colours
Rainbows refracted
We are but
A momentary merging of wavelengths into mass
Improbablistic collections of circumstance
Overlaid by incomprehension
Crushed within the lesser of many dimensions
No wonder we feel existential,
Denied of potential to
Another blank page
But this one is different
A past full of rage
A future indifferent
Released from the cage
Into sunlight, blinking
Turning a page
No more poison drinking
Historic toxicity
Of