Writer’s Cramp

You leave, and they glide as consorts.

You hurt, and they flow as rivers moving tears

You fight, the fort of words protects.

In darkest fear, words reaffirm faith.

I molt a doubtful skin

and begin to see my worth.

I take the pen when I see injustice

I take the pen when I feel hopeless

I take the pen when I’m inspired

I write, and therefore I am.

They’re a comfort, these words.

I am glad they will never leave.

They promise to stick around,

through fair weather and foul

How I need them, I need my words.

Then you come back with a rakish smile

and just like that, I open all doors.

You’re kind this time, and I feel secure

We love again, and the world is right

I take the pen, it admonishes like a sword.

Abandon words to make more love.

I believe, and yet I am not.

Just for an afterglow soon to follow,

Silent blocks I callously allow.