'' Both Are Mismatched '' Poem by Bri Mar

Turn on the light,
I'm trying to write,
What is it that I cannot see?
Though my thoughts are burning bright,
I'm unable to set the words free.

I am fully aware,
They are in there,
I ask them, why won't you come out?
No reply leaves me feeling despair,
My abilities I'm beginning to doubt.

Feeling cowed,
I talk out loud,
I'll pretend to show nonchalance,
With patience, I never was endowed,
To date I've received no response.

I continue trying,
This is horrifying,
Inspiration is what I must seek,
My desire to write is intensifying,
But my ability to do so is weak.

As I walk away,
Mind shouts, please stay,
In your venture, I want to immerse,
Together as one what we can portray,
Is a combination of genius and verse.

Are the body and mind?
To each other blind,
Sometimes I believe they're detached,
One day they're not the next they're combined,
I think it's probable,

‘' Both Are Mismatched ‘'