In Absentia

Sometimes I must burrow away;

Take a break from creating.

My hand is forced by unseen

torments made powerful, only in my

mind.

This is the curse of in absentia.

I emerge revived; throwing off the weight

of heavy blanketing fog over mind and body.

Creativity circulating and coursing

my veins once more; I am restored.

Cocoon of paralysis shattering

sending me sprawling, kicking and screaming,

back into existence.

And for now, I win.

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