Write In Spite

I write in spite of intellectual arthritis that overpowers my fingers

leaving the muscles in my fingertips with atrophy and confusion as they meet keys

moving my extremities along my keyboard in a pattern similar to the waltz

So as my prints meet hardware they become one and they begin to dance

Using your subconscious as their dancefloor

Parading gracefully around the ballroom that is your mind

Dancing with the stars that are commas, apostrophes hyphens and periods

They make this look easy but so serious

they're on a mission to open minds

while keeping listeners on track so that no one falls behind

and misses the message that was derived as their purposes were intertwined

keys take

fingers give

but they reciprocate during pauses of deep thought and re-evaluation of words defined

so during this tango, they are appreciative of one another

They yearn for the companionship of their soulmate in the late hours of slumber in which my body rests

mentally preparing for the next day's test of emotional distress that distracts even the most focused of mentalities

no such thing as writer's block only limited amounts of inspiration

verbal fatalities

Literary travesties

that fall victim to the time that passes by that my fingers are not reunited with the motherboard that gives life to my deepest cognitions

but I write in spite

in spite of the unknown combinations of words to come

knowing that eventually, these soulmates will find their way to one another again

and produce magic as conscious creativity flows through both simultaneously

leaving footsteps all over your thought processes

completely in sync and harmoniously existing within the realm of context

so I write in spite

because ultimately, a poem just starts with one word right