Sho-Nuff

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…

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