For two weeks words have struggled to enter my brain.
The few that have either didn’t feel strong enough
to travel down my long arms and out of my fingers,
or were negative, mean and not cool about me.
I’ve kept myself locked away and avoided people
and things and haven’t even looked and my notepads.
But today is the day to celebrate poetry
and I’d be remiss to miss out and have another blank page.
So for you today, on World Poetry Day, I’d just like to say:
I’m not OK.
And that’s fine.
But I will be.
What a great word that is.
© Carl Burkitt 2018