Bears no semblance of inspiration
Ingenuity runs as dry as a summer well
You’ve got two roads to take, as I see it
Beat yourself up, blame a lack of talent
Give into those voices in your head
They’ll scoff that you’re not good enough.
Else, take a little breather, be kind to yourself
Take a break to relax, refresh, rejuvenate
Come back, a bright firecracker
Lighting up the sky of self-doubt
Push your limits, boundaries will expand
Its called a learning curve because
The path is seldom
This is a response to the third day of the OctPoWriMo Poetry Challenge 2015.
The theme was to write a shape poem about what “depletes your energy and makes you want to stay away from the page and what you do to change or transform it to help you get your words written”.
I have attempted to shape the poem like a curve, to show what a learning curve poetry writing can be.
Hope you enjoyed it and can relate!