outside the light is dull
filtered through a murky darkness
of grey and drizzle
can I blame it for my lack of doing
so many questions
i think of writers
word weavers who fear not the world but push through to their truth
brazen some say
even mouthy or know-it-all
scathing and hurtful
doesn’t help to raise the bar
or the energy
or the spirit
as it strangles the glistening seed that sprouts and reaches out its delicate tendril
to seek the nurturing light of the sun
could be that warmth
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