Sunday, 20 August 2017

They say that depression

March 1
They say that depression
Is an occupational hazard
For poets.
That there is nothing more terrifying
Than the blank page, and the fear
That the last poem you wrote
Is the last time you'll ever fill that space.
Eventually, yes, there will be a last poem,
With none to follow it,
But only God knows when that will be,
And She probably won't tell you before.
That's my insurance policy, as a poet:
Faith in God.
My best poems come from Her,
When I quiet my Self and truly listen.
If I'm not writing great poems,
It just means I need to pray harder.
And so I pray.

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