Molten Fires
I need to start over
I need to end my hover
To hunker down and write
Morning noon and moonlit night
Told some folks I’m in a rut
More time now to be writing but
No words from me seem to issue forth
Creativity a miserable medal-less fourth
Behind other more pressing demands
Behind all of life’s ups and downs
Family. Exams. Work. Health.
Everything urgent. Nothing stealth
I wish I had an alternate self
Another me right off the shelf
I can activate to do my bidding
To wrap-up my as-yet-unfinished writing
Starting over and over and over again
Maybe it’s easier if I let ChatGPT reign
But I’m not quite ready to give up my hold
Of my own voice and surrender control
So for now all that I can hope will be
The end of this dry spell without creativity
And I can get back to what my heart desires
To see again my words flow like molten fires
