Writer's Block (Taming Lions)
These are the words,
The jumbled thoughts,
That rattle around to
Collect in the corners of my mind,
Whirling here and there to be settled into
Little piles like
Stray leaves blown about by
Errant winds in Autumn.
I try to ignore them,
Stepping lightly around them
'Til they creep to the very center of my being
While I am asleep.
Then I wake
Suddenly,
Unable to place the sound
(the feeling?)
That startled me to
Consciousness.
They scurry back into the darkness
Like some wild things with soft pelts
That I would love to stroke,
To pet.
So I attempt to coax them
Out into the open with some
Too-tempting treat.
But they will not give themselves up!
Backed into a corner,
They lash out,
A blur of dark claws and
Bright, sharp teeth,
Hissing and growling
Their warning:
Leave Me Be!
I back away,
Vigilant evermore,
Cradling the injured hand
That so badly wanted to feel . . .
I only wanted to feel.
Copyright 2010 Laura L. Roberts