There are Worlds

It’s been three months since my fingers have touched

the keys on this old laptop for reasons other than school

I have wanted to just sit here and let all the emotions

drain out of my heart through my hands... the same way

that the soiled water does at the end of a hot bath.

But time and time again, as my fists hover above the keyboard

my mind goes blank and all I can do is stare at the white screen

willing my thoughts to just splatter themselves

like ink splotches on a paper weeping from a feather pen.

There are worlds locked away in my skull

Places and people living in full detail and color

the connection between them and expression cut off

somewhere in my blood stream, not ready to be spilled

on to the barren paper or typed into stories online.

So here I sit, palms aching from staying still

heart racing with the possibility of creating again,

as I write my first words in three months...