Ink on Paper

Stifled feelings,
Incoherent phrases,
Broken thoughts.

No, this isn't a story.
No one is kidnapped,
No one is suffering
In the way you see
The characters on
The pages do. Not
Like that. This is
Something different
But feels the same.

It's the trouble of
An artist, a writer, a
Dancer who knows not
Of their next stroke, idea,
Step but is stuck in that
Place - no, abyss! - of
Dullness that frustrates.
It's sad but all the best do,
Knowing well that the next
Act should be better and
More time is needed to
Achieve this.

It's hard to describe but I'll do my best:
Stifled thoughts frustrate the minds of many who strain,
Strain too hard to get an idea from the clumps of incoherent phrases to make it better than the last act,
Banning the myth of 'sequels are poor' and wanting to prove the world wrong.
One time, you'll overcome - like many - the maze of broken thoughts
And form a beautiful form of something that astounds,
Inspires, beautifies, motivates endless people that turn to paper to jot down their notes,
Falling into that abyss, an endless cycle
But what can you do instead of waiting?
Because to inspire is to take time
And to do that is to break broken thoughts and fix them again.
Work within your own fluidity.
No pressure, don't feel it.
Overcome the challenges of today so tomorrow blooms better.

And there you have it, pure ink on paper.