Writer's Cramp poem, 26 lines |
A man once told me, not to strife, Show no emotion, show no life, Because when you do: surely fear, It makes the problem more severe. Deep away in the shell, I hid, I shut my eyes and closed the lid, For only when the light was gone, Were my weaknesses all withdrawn. Deeper still in the shell I stood, Hidden away, for my own good, The problems I refused to see, No longer stood in front of me. I was blind in my little shell, So much so, when I ran I fell, Terror struck me, with every stride I ran away, trying to hide She stopped me then and held me back, My shell was weak, I heard a crack, In her arms, I watched as it burned, My head would spin, my stomach churned She held me up, looked in my eye, "Please don't fret, I'll keep you dry", Her touch soft, when I was beside, And yet, she didn't have to hide. A broken shell means no need to fight It showed me that I could find the light |