Blocked

I have stories that will never be a book.

I have rhymes that will not become a poem.

I have lyrics that will not be sung aloud.

I have melodies that will never be transcribed.

I have a voice that won’t be understood.

I have visions that will not become art.

I have emotions that can’t be put in words.

I have a silence that echoes in my mind.

I have passions that will never be fulfilled.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 27 March 2018