d o r m a n t
stream of consciousness
seeds of inspiration
wound tightly in my mind
stiffened vines entangle buds
pining to unwind
strangled thoughts
muted words
desperate to rise up for a breath
ideas clashing
conceptions thrashing
in the frozen depths they meet their death
mutterings riding frigid winds
graze against my ear
struggling to take them in
a decibel below what i can hear
staring in the murky distance
grasping at a silent void
sparks of inspiration turn to ash
before the flame can be enjoyed
parched tongue begins to crumble
words form and disappear
is this a chrysalis of creation
is metamorphosis near
disassembled thoughts
cocooned inside my brain
every attempt to draw them out
is an effort made in vain
winter has left me dormant
ideas imprisoned by the freeze
sluggish words await the thaw
longing to be freed
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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