the tangled webs

It rains. There is a vast silence in my chest as I await the real change to happen. I don’t know when or how, I don’t know when it will surface. The loss, the letting go, is getting easier. But so is my ability to hang on to more and more varied problems. And I just want effortless creativity. But who ever heard of that? To create is to scar, and to approach creation is to walk on a minefield (of doubt).