Refreshing

Words

Once so heavy on my heart

Had burst forth from my pen.

I filled pages

With new ideas

Clever rhymes

Touching stories

And my truest feelings.

Now      

Nothing.

No inspiration.

Not a drop of creativity.

Have I gone dry?

Or have I built a dam

Out of the mundane stuff of years?

Grading papers selling books pouring

Coffee searching records typing

Letters washing clothes—

All stones for the wall

That holds my feelings back,

Protects my words, my ideas.

My very heart.

Lord,

Break down the wall

So that words may flow again.

Let them pour out

And fill great stories,

Gentle sonnets

And the compact haiku.

And let them refresh hearts

That have, like my own,

Dried over time.