Dark Little Poem: Being Blocked

I'm stuck somewhere
somewhere very close to home
I'm stuck here
these tiny flailing motions
that feel hopeful
butonly for a second.
Mocking me,
they further widen
this muddy rut.

I'm stuck here
and there's not much
to shout about
but it's
my only recourse.

I sink slowly
no hand to help me
(I've always been one
to be on my own)
Drowning,
a collection of bright little thoughts
sets to sparkling away cheerfully
(they've never coalesced)
dancing brilliantly
each and every one
stars
in their own right
reflected in my eye,
which slips under the mud
without a sound
granting those little thoughts
freedom
well deserved
or
not