About my writing...

When writing under pressure

I blankly stare at the paper,

with the pen in my hand.

Awaiting for my emotions to give away.

But I am speechless...suffocated, no words to say.

Once again, my confusion has left me astray.

Therefore, I ponder here in this dreadful state and sulk.

I feel helplessly intoxicated, when writing becomes difficult.

Then again, there are times when I am spiritually motivated,

And my mind shifts into space.

I start visiting my dream world an ecclesiastical place.

A world where the guardian spirits reside,

Sending forth the haunting and blessed visions that aid me to write.

I set the pen on paper and it begins to move on its own incredibly fast.

Making my poems and stories a much easier task.

However and whichever way I reveal myself,

through fiction or a composed verse,

it does indeed

still becomes new to me

And often too many times, involuntarily

frightening.