What happens when it’s late in the afternoon and I have writer’s block? I write bad poetry.
Bad Poem #1
When the rain falls or the sun shines
When tears well or giggles become guffaws
When success is celebrated or loss is mourned
You are there
When days are long and nights are short
When tempers flare and feelings are hurt
When depression builds and darkness encroaches
You are there
When I run or stumble
When I fly or crash
When I jump or fall
You are there
When I am joyous and unburdened
When I am turning cartwheels and pirouettes
When I am carefree and boisterous
You are there
Come what may
You are there
Shannon R. Brown 