Uninspired

I don’t feel inspired

I look around and,

Where I once would have been lost in colours, shapes and forms –

Now I just see my kettle and stove.

Where I once saw equations and complex sentences,

Now all I see is, my white ceiling staring at me,

Mocking me

In fact, I am so uninspired,

that I am sure that words find more depth in me, than I in them.

I was once a potter.

Shaping my thoughts and life like clay

Rearranging its form into something new, me, inspiring

However, it seems,

Either the clay has dried out,

Or, my hands are not nimble enough to shape and fashion the formation in my mind.

I am in a sea and the waves keep crashing around me, drowning me

There was a time when I could ride those waves like a surfer.

Now the waves ride me.

I am unable to cruise on the words and ideas that surround me,

But I am shaken, my vision blurred by the salt water in my eyes

I don’t feel inspired

It’s not writers block, because,

I am not a writer

It’s a clarity block

No clarity amongst all the chaos in my mind

I just don’t feel inspired