I tried to do this theme right now
but all my months are a blur somehow

January, February, March
Was I creative?
I don't recall.
Oh ok, now that I look back I see
All of those words written by me.

April came with self reflection
Who am I, who are you, who are we?
Where is God in all this insanity?
Creatively I bombed

May rolled around with it's blanket of pollin
I couldn't write to save my life
So, I went back to creating with colors
Nothing written, nothing even swirling
around in my head.

June has come and almost gone
Only two things have I written
Once again, self reflection

I don't think I've ever felt
That I accomplished anything in my poetry
It's just words that become too loud for me to keep inside
So, I write them down and hold my breath as I hit publish

January, February, March, April, May and June
have been full of doctor appointments
Stress can either encourage my creative side or shut it down
I am happy to know that I am just one appointment away
From a clean bill of health.
That, my friend, is indeed, a big accomplishment for me.