Blank screen softly glow
Imprint my thoughts if they would flow
Locked behind my aching eyes
Ideas are swirling like the snow
Fingers frozen even though
Words are screaming deep inside
Me
Type a key, delete a few
Scrape together today’s review
And I know it doesn’t matter
Painful happy words undo
Harsh and loving words renew
But my words only flatter
Me
Keep it real, make them hear
But is it really loud and clear?
My silly word is mute, and still…
Garden, death, curb and mirror,
Repent and love, trust and fear,
The word of God will surely kill
Me
I cannot do what You call right
I cannot see your guiding light
So, our Father killed our Brother
But He stood up in Satan’s night
Awoke from death, and won the fight.
And gives life to another;
Me
Writer’s block, my dear friend
You remind me even again
From where our good words come
As these words stumble to the end
Make known Your mercy by my pen
Blah blah blah
Don’t listen to
Me
Cindy Koch 