Feeling tired and overwrought
I sat to write—I know not what,
contemplating what to share
inside this state of my impairment.
Perhaps a sonnet of devotion
that’s steeped in unrevealed emotion
confessing dreams and aspirations
dispensing rules and reservations.
Yet, without context or inflection,
it will not garner your attention,
sidelined by my own inaction
another victim of rejection.
And I have neither time nor patience
the well is dry, the cupboard bare.
The mind is willing, the body able;
but can't write when the words aren’t there.
© Ginny Brannan 2024
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