The rhythm of the morning
begins with the light
coming in through closed blinds
I catch inspiration
through the magic
of believing anything is possible…
Before reality or the state
of where I find
myself mentally comes in
with all the reasons
why not to write.
The weightlessness that comes
from a glass of wine
has long faded with
another version of me
I will reckon with later.
For now, I breathe hastily
fighting with my inner critic
for the rights of my creativity.
Kelly Severseike 