As I opened the book, I stared at the pages
Suddenly panic stricken
What was I supposed to write?
What was I meant to share?
I heard the rain tapping against the glass like woodpeckers wanting in
I’m supposed to be writing, not birdwatching
But there were no birds, there was only rain
Rhythmic, it beat on the window
And I tapped my foot with it
My mind was going everywhere
Everywhere but what I should write
Who came up with the rules anyway
Telling me what I should write
Isn’t it about what I feel?
No deadlines, just questions and distractions
I don’t know
I stared back at the pages of the open book
I heard, take your own advice, don’t overthink, just create
So I let my pen gently touch the page
Let’s see where it goes tonight
Down in the darkened cave, I felt a reprieve
I was alone, and could create anything I wanted
There were no shoulds here, just me and my words
I wanted to write whimsy
So I wrote whimsy
The small little creature next to me cracked jokes and we laughed as I wrote his stories
He had many adventures, and I was captivated by them all
It kept me out of my own head for a while
But then old doubts came back
Write something productive
If it makes me smile, it’s productive
Life has become far too serious
And I’ve written a lot of serious from my experience that will help
Sometimes we just just need a white horse in a field hiding the fact that he’s a magical unicorn to teach the other horses about bullying
Or life lessons from my dog’s perspective
And more important ones from the cat
In this room I was free
There was no one telling me who to be
I could be the me I don’t let many see
And I roll my eyes and laugh
That’s enough Dr. Seuss
5 minutes left in this whimsical place
Can I really come back with my breath?
Yes, I trust that I can
Anything is possible in this place hidden away in a field
The magical boulder revealing safety, creativity, and an escape
Right now the escape is nice
To dream and play with words
I think I’d rather not leave
2 minutes, I want to cry
Can I please just stay? Don’t make me go away
Rhyming keeps it at a distance I realized
But I am okay, I am safe
My creativity heals me
And I long for more of this freedom
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