Cloud Cover

 

Fumbling my way through
this fog of creativity
without my literary devices
to keep me company.. 

Self doubt now rides with me..

Can there even be poetry
without sleight of hand trickery?

Stripped of all clever deceptions
there is no longer any protection
from the truths we avoid religiously..

And yet...

There is a sense

of orgasmic liberation

when we lower our shields

and let others in

to share what we feel..

At least temporarily

til suffocating judgements

cloud us in again