Forlorn, solitary, empty.
Staring me down, as I sat there,
All my truths to bare.
Up early, today was the day,
A promise to myself made.
A belief aglow, if only I let it flow.
Doubt at my door, stands steadfast,
My aching heart, tears cease not,
The pen calls out, as it aught.
Long awaited this morning slot.
Screen, cursor a-blinking,
an enticing corral,
My ruptured heart, craves its Zen.
Carpe Diem, my mind cries,
Seize the day, says the twitching hand.
Dams shatter, throbbing fingers twinge,
A deluge unhinge.
Processor processed, machine absorbs-
precious outpourings on blank white pages,
heartbeats morph, anguish depletes,
Raw clamors cease, mind now at ease.