The Land of Stuck

I moan far too much
about being stuck.
   Stuck in writer’s block.
   Stuck in expectations.
   Stuck in fear of rejection.
Stuck has become
a mighty comfortable place,
requiring
nothing.
In the Land of Stuck, I don’t have to
  contend with comparison or judgement.
I don’t have to worry about the possibility
  of my words having real power.
I don’t have to lose the people
  who can’t see me.
I don’t have to get better at my craft,
  because it serves no purpose.

Now my Values are getting impatient
  with the Land of Stuck.
Courage and Growth are poking me with firebrands.
Creativity and Curiosity are tickling me with possibility.
Love and Friendship are whispering
  that my people will stay.
Authenticity stands over me,
arms folded,
eyes rolling,
saying, “Enough already!
  This place is bullshit.
  Look at those mountains!
  Put on your billy-goat boots
  and let’s start climbing.”