Dedicated to all who are right in the midst of the struggle between life and death…
Writer’s Block
I haven’t written
Sometimes creativity sits
Like a dark black molded growth
Against the side of a dead tree stump
But even that tumor is alive
Even that blotch of ignorance
Is living
I don’t know if I want to share such things with the world
I’m not sure we’re meant to handle the recycling
The remolding
The renewing of everything
But then again maybe we are
And though my creation might not be bright as the star
It is still a creation and holds life
Right in the midst of all this death
I have written
6/23/18
Yes, we share what we decide to share, and this is true everywhere, but I, for one, am glad that you shared this piece: the wrapping of the first and last lines around such dark and moving content. It reminded me of my childhood when I was ill and investigating every branch of science that I could. A small book on biology described various experiments I could perform, and one was chopping up a tomato and leaving it outside to become moldy. I checked it every day, the black, white and colored growths appearing, their spores, and thought it was magical. Wishing you success in your struggle, Steve.
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Thank you 😊
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