My First
She has captured me. My senses cornered,
The emotions confined by her unceasing bonds
Ready to leak out onto the white lamina of relief.
She has been there since the beginning, cunning and always
Aware. Never letting down her guard. Ready to counter
My every move on the infinite chess board of truth and false.
Incessant battles within the soul interrupted by
Brief moments of self-realization. . .self-fulfillment,
often plagued with untruthfull and beguiling
themes, ideas, morals. . .words.
She has captured me,
She, the Fear of creativity.
j.b.
