I’ve got the feeling it’s time to write something new,
I guess that’s exactly what I’ll have to do,
Perhaps I’ve let my pencil stand too idle,
Did I unintentionally put creativity under bridle?
I’ve been creating chapbooks and sending a story out,
For two months now I’ve been ultimately milling about,
Outside of poetry, I haven’t written anything new,
I guess that subtle but growing feeling is my cue,
Being productive doesn’t mean much if I’m not writing,
Has it been something I’ve subconsciously been fighting?
When I examine my feelings, I see the fear,
But regardless, I think it’s time to get my butt in gear,
I can only lick old wounds for so long,
In the chair writing is where I belong,