What
I thought was a gun was just his bloody pen laughing,
taunting
me with distraction.
“Don’t
you know who I am?!?” he kept asking.
“I
am the inescapable fate of self-hate. I scurry in the shadows of doubt. I am
the dance of self-destruction, forfeiting your identity when I come.”
I
suddenly started choking on insecurity & couldn’t breathe.
I
started crying and fighting, till finally I collapsed in agony.
In the midst of my weakness I pleaded, “Why
are you here for me?”
“I
know you fear me. I am here to suffocate your creativity”.
I
reached for my pen & pad I had covered in lime to prevent rotting,
but my body started throbbing when he grabbed me and attacked me with flashes
of my past, unmasked impurities.
I
tried to run but, I kept tripping over my have-nots, my should’ve-beens &
my never-meant-to-bes. Now I’m hurting and feeling worthless & again I
collapse in agony. Finally, I cried out to GOD to rescue me.
He
spoke to me and said “I’m sending my soldier Harvey”.
Now
suddenly this entity that held me began to tremble. The foundation shook and
there Harvey stood with his pen & pad, I mean his sword & staff,
bringing the dance of the warrior.
He
slayed the darkness and kept his heart as a warning.
All
at once, I could breathe, but still felt weak.
Then
Harvey stripped me and covered my body in loose-leaf and began to write. My
blood churned and turned into ink.
Then
I could feel it, the lyrics, boiling in the pit of my stomach, waiting for me
to spit them up.
“Just
one more touch.” He held my hand and singed my palms with his fingertips.
With
my skin still burning, he commanded me to write.
My
words rained fire onto the pages & he told me to swallow the ashes.
I
began to glow and Harvey asked, “Now who’s the Master”?
I
replied, “I am…”
He
said, “Sho-nuff”…
And
that’s how I defeated WRITER’S BLOCK…
©2016 Impresse
