Have you written your song today?
You promised.
So what if it’s not ‘good enough?’
So what if nobody will sing it?
Have you sung it yourself?
What about the printer you said you’d buy?
When are you going to?
How can you type out finished poems until you have it?
Oh sure, go to another seminar,
Spend your money on more books
Organize your office one more time,
Water all the plants in the house,
Go through your files,
Tidy up your desk, sharpen your pencils…
But what about the investment of your time?
Do it!
Yes, I’m here to insist,
I’m your friend,
A Doctor of the Soul I’m called
And I want you to mend yours,
Speak out,
Shovel the sludge,
How else can you get the river of ideas flowing?
The fertile plants to bloom alongside its banks?
I don’t want to berate you
Or batter you into submission,
But I do want you to create!
Please listen to me,
Please, please do it,
Please!
(c) Melba Burns