end to drought

I havent written anything in a loooooooooooooong time...it has actually been quite distressing because everytime i put pen to paper, trying to conjure up words i end up writing 2 or three lines and then it doesnt feel right anymore...so i have a LOT of unfinished pieces on my phone. But the other day, sitting on a bus, I decided to just write words, whatever would come out of me....this is the result...I call it my "end to drought"


It's a stalemate
Me looking at Him
Him looking at me
Nothing changing..no progress is made
Not one drop of ink will leak from this pen
Until I feel an ounce of emotion
So I stare at blank lined A4
That mirrors the emptiness of my life
Lived between the lines
Trying to direct my flow as though it were scripted...as though it were mine
But the page remains blank..
'Til I realise that there are no guidelines

So I begin to write
Not between the lines this time
But all over the page
In crude, distorted letters
In no particular direction, in no predetermined order
I let the words spill out on paper
Like rain
Following the Spirit like raindrops follow the wind
No pattern to it
It just pours
And then comes the storm
Scaring religious old ladies with its intensity
Frightening them with it's unpredictability
Causing those who understand to smile
To laugh, to go dancing in the rain

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