Mute

end of work day failure
productivity next to nil
focus divided all day

there's a dark gloopy depression
pushing up from below my chest
blotting out coherent thought

and also a manic vision
teasing around the edges
desperate to be articulated

I'm excited with confidence
afraid of my own arrogance
frustrated by indecision

so I sit immobilized
something in my head
that needs to be said
important, impactful -- elusive
a prophet without a prophecy

I try to breathe and listen
in humility and faith
trusting that this too shall pass
that words and ideas will come
in their own sweet time