A rut I’ve been stuck in for months
Hands unable to create
My art, for me,
Personal passion
Not for lack of trying
Nor for injury
Frustration peaking
At least once a day
How am I going to shoot beyond this?
How am I going to make it right?
What do I fix? How do I fix it?
My mind? My spine?
My arms? My joints?
The origin is lost on me
A danger to my well-being
And my livelihood
Until this creative embargo
Has been lifted
And I can resume
I can identify with this feeling.
I love the phrase “creative embargo.”
In such times, no advice seems to fit the situation. That is the unfortunate part of truth…
I had just one day like this, the other day. I felt like a wasp trapped in a house. Everything I thought about punished me, and what I wrote was muted. I had to get to the point that I realized some people respond to my work, and that made all the difference. I say, acknowledge that your poem is authentic and valid, and that it gives shape to the yearning to create. I hope this signals a breakthrough in your art. Oh, and I remember a discussion about failure, from the book, “May Cause Miracles,” by Gabrielle Bernstein. It had a great impact on me. Basically, she said that getting it wrong is the sure sign of eventually getting it right.
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