Inspiration runs dry like the desert
Ideas scattered to the wind like sand
Pouring through an hourglass
Each grain a tiny yet constant reminder
Of a deadline looming closer and closer,
Piling up one on top of each other until
The weight crushes me,
Suffocating me with expectations
What's that?
Out of the corner of my eye I see
An idea shimmering on the distance
I crawl out from the mountains of sand,
Chasing after the elusive inspiration
Finally close enough to grasp.
It dissolves in my hands -
A mirage.
About the Creator
Morgan Rhianna Bland
I'm an aroace brain AVM survivor from Tennessee. My illness left me unable to live a normal life with a normal job, so I write stories to earn money.
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