A desire to write, Anything, Anything at all Ideas banging on ivory walls, At once, eager to escape, And then longing to stay In their home of origin Words bouncing around my head, Over and over again However hard I try, The ink won't spill, Not even with all my might I try to force the thoughts together, Hoping they'll form a cohesive metaphor It's all for naught, My mind suffering a drought Whatever stories I have inside, Simply refuse to come to life
© 13 March 2019, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 
The stories come out in their own way anyway
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, very true! All those stories, thoughts, and words eventually manage to slip out, even if we sometimes have trouble forming them. Thank goodness! 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person