when I can't write.
Maybe you are a mirror
that reflects my face
whenever I can't write.
What I mean to say is
I start running away from you
Because I can't face you
with writer's block.
Maybe you challenge the
only purpose I am left with
and maybe that kicks a
small midlife crisis.
Maybe you demand me to
become worthy of a
conversation, and when I
Get away in dejection-
And eventually when
sentences land on
fingers like melodies-
There's this urge for
validation that brings me
back to you.
Should this feeling have a
name or it shouldn't?
I leave that to failed
Therapists.
I am just happy knowing-
you make me write,
and I can breathe in peace
for one more day.