My creative soul is dying, having been so long since I sustained it with activity. I balk at mediocrity and retreat out of frustration when practice would serve me best. But I enjoy too little to push beyond that breaking point, and the force of my own inability crashes down upon me. The undertow of nihilism and insecurity pulls me deeper into the depths of the unexceptional.
BEAUTY IN THE MUNDANE
© Melinda Uno 2020