Self
Why Do I Wilt Under the Heat and Humidity?
Thursday Journal Entry

I struggled to write Soldiered on into the night when The light faded — The air cooled
Energy depleted Nothing completed I sank onto the couch Into despair
Thursday, I woke Ready to tackle The snap and crackle Of another day
Planned to play with words Once the laundry is done Now the sun is too high Sweaty air Stifles my brain No fun as the words run Away
Lock themselves behind creativity’s door I scratch and claw Like a dog seeking space to Frolic and race Poop out Constipated Thoughts and Ideas.
Refusing to travel to my fingers They linger and leer Until a Spyder untangles the web With a message to hold steady “The words will come when they’re ready”
My response to KTHT Thursday prompt: What’s overwhelming me right now?
Thank you, @Diana C. and a huge hug for Spyder whose words got me out of my funk by Friday morning!
I’m back and thank you for being here.






