He said
My words
Are not truly mine
I don’t feel the inspiration all the time
Like a river that has run dry
My fruits die
And I
Wait for the dam
To break loose
I ask him
Why
Does he continue to rely
On others to tear down the block
He looks at me with a shock
He realizes
He’s had the tools all along
Feeling empowered and strong
He breaks the barriers
And writes a new song
Stranger Paths 