The keyboard will not move
Without my will
Beating down on it
The words will not
Write themselves
And they're trapped
Inside my brain
I can hear them clicking around
Like three lone rice grains
In a box too big to contain them
So I write the words "happy", "content",
Dare I say, "Love"?
I stare at them incredulously
Hear my own repeated whisper
"Show, don't tell"
But how do I paint happiness
With unfamiliar ink?
My muses don't recognize this
I learned to write
in angst-filled teenage years
When muses only responded
to "pain", "anger",
Dare I say, "helplessness"?
I am inspired and driven
by "fury", "righteousness",
Dare I say, "vengeance"?
Therefore, this new mindset
This white clouds on a cerulean
Blue sky, this bright copper kettle,
Warm apple strudel disposition
Tangles my fingers and tongue
But I beat on the keys, anyhow
Hoping my monkeys can find
Not Shakespearean text, but
words of my own