….I’m still here…
-just been battered around by life and daughters growing up and stuff like that-
— uh… I wrote this last night… :
Writer’s Block.
My head catches on fire when I sit down to write.
my brain aches, my soul hurts, I want to cry.
I wonder if I’m under attack
by something dark
that wants to keep me silent
Or am I afraid
that anything I say
will only
unleash more darkness
into this world?
Stories, entire sagas
play themselves out in my dreams
I talk to the lost,
I meet the families of those
who know they are dreaming
I explore parallel worlds
they look
way too much like this one.
but sometimes
I contact angels
who show me their craft
When I tell a friend
he says I’ve been blessed
When I wonder out loud
if I should ask angels for encouragement, or guidance, or teaching
my friend growls darkly
and says no no no no
you don’t ask angels anything
you ask God
and maybe God
will send an angel to answer
and my head aches
and my brain burns
my neck and shoulders and my whole body hurts
so much anger here,
so much fear.
and even those who run to God
turn to snap and spread fear without thinking.
~~~~~d.j.o.
