E M P T Y

They say

you can't squeeze blood from a stone,

but you can certainly try.

Lying on a haystack, thoughts pour out -

I know that feeling all too well.

Looking for words, ideas, and feelings,

drowning in sorrow, both deep and fleeting,

hoping for clues to appear

from a clear, open sky.

This had never happened before.

All ideas live within

both living and non-living things

making the water churn beneath the bridge.

They mirror the things we know

living within our minds.

Linked, we drift along,

our thoughts now flowing,

like a river overflowing.

From past to present, ideas evolve,

taking shape in a future yet unknown.

Still incomplete,

but imagined, hoped for, and flourishing.

Perhaps in a better time, another age,

when our creative work can truly thrive.

Not reviled like this ,

but recovered and loved

in other minds,

seeing worth, not the failings

left behind - so why the worry?