I want to be creative.

But I am stumped

I want to write all those many ideas inside my head,

But I meet that dreaded devil resistance

I want to create magic with verse

But I just can’t seem to find that one magical spell to release it from inside my keepsake.

My muse, please help me!

Let me ponder with you a minute in time, an hour or two perhaps would suffice, to delve into the inner sanctum and the wondering that secrets itself there. To let it see the light, stretch its arms and wriggle free of the insecurity that inhibits me. Resistance, you devil, be gone I say. Let my mind wander free.

I’ll just get me another cup of coffee…

Scribblings….

I sat down, ready to start the day and my heart sank. Come on, I cajoled my heart, it won’t be that bad. We know, you and I, how to handle this. Put a smile on your face and it often ends up in place for the day! Come on we can do it!

Not this time said my heavy heart with a down trodden voice. I can’t do this today. I’d rather not anymore.

But what!? But why?!

I don’t want to pacify anymore people. I don’t want to be blamed for ruining this, that and the other. I am, very simply, tired. Tired to the very marrow of my soul.

Tomorrow is another day say I with a question attached.

Of course. My heart takes heart – tomorrow knows no bounds and miracles do happen.