They say
you can't squeeze blood from a stone,
but you can certainly try.
Lying on a haystack, thoughts pour out -
I know that feeling all too well.
Looking for words, ideas, and feelings,
drowning in sorrow, both deep and fleeting,
hoping for clues to appear
from a clear, open sky.
This had never happened before.
All ideas live within
both living and non-living things
making the water churn beneath the bridge.
They mirror the things we know
living within our minds.
Linked, we drift along,
our thoughts now flowing,
like a river overflowing.
From past to present, ideas evolve,
taking shape in a future yet unknown.
Still incomplete,
but imagined, hoped for, and flourishing.
Perhaps in a better time, another age,
when our creative work can truly thrive.
Not reviled like this ,
but recovered and loved
in other minds,
seeing worth, not the failings
left behind - so why the worry?
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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I can definitely relate to this feeling. Nice work.