Sparks

a small flame
is easier to tend
than a bonfire

Ravenous

feed me
your expressions
and thoughts

ideas that shake your heart
and grow, threadlike

Cancerous

in spite of it

Writer’s Block

The empty page remains empty
Like my heart remains empty of feeling
No subtle fondness curls in my mind
No embryo rises from the watery depths
In the darkness, its eyes remain closed
And that door, which so many think,
Leads to other worlds, but leads to the truest me,
Stays shut