Empty Cup

Numb

I seem to be in a writing lull,

My ideas:  they are quite dull,

I have writer’s block, I think it is called,

I am frustrated and very appalled,

I need to sharpen my poem-writing ax,

I need to split hairs, and that’s a fact,

I want to create, but my mind is hollow,

There are no instructions or recipe to follow,

Words generally flow like water from a well,

From my heart to my head, almost too fast to spell,

But nowadays I am speechless, muted: the well has run dry,

I can’t write my poetry, though I try, and I try,

It’s a gift that is wrapped and I’m ready to open it up,

I need to refill my imaginary cup,

It is healing to write, and I need to heal,

Numb is the word that describes how I feel.

Tammy Harvey

Written:  8/7/2018

You can't pour from an empty cup.