Amalie@kua

My mind goes blank,

This feels like a terrible prank.

I want, I desire,

But within me there is no more fire.

I want to let my thoughts flow from my mind to the screen,

But my creative mind was wiped clean.

A giggle, a gurgle, a glimmer of light.

A whistle, a whisper, a wish in the night.

Runs faster than a falcon flies,

but smoother than the stones' skin.

Younger than the mountains embracing it,

My reflections stares at me,

The imperfections shooting to my consciousness,

My mind brimming with doubts,

Thoughts that break down my confidence.

I battle them deep down,

Trying to convince myself

                         The concern that keeps me lying awake.                  &

Your passion

is when you strum the delicate strings of a guitar,

the acoustic ballad you’re playing ringing throughout the room.

Or when you’re lightly touching the tender keys of the piano,