From Creative Commons

For over a year, I have sat down to write and this phrase came to mind. I was a faucet with no running water.

I have nothing to say 
That is the fear of a writer
The voice of shame
Convincing me of its darkness

Pleading with me to break into the pain of its secret, which is this:
What is most broken
(The very axis of inaction) 
Is the same as a lost sun aching for its sky

Obey the law of nature
And write because
From within the crack rises
The impossible light of the world

Published by jchmcpherson

Arts, Education and Writing

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