Eyes Wide Open Poem by Mikienna Joi

~Eyes Wide Open~

I have found myself inept,
Without skill or aptitude.
Haplessly incompetent,
... At best, penciling only that which is crude.

Devoid of substance;
Insignificance.
Without emotion.
No rhyme, no reason, no devotion.

Without beauty, melody, or song;
Some would say, 'Writer's Block'.
I can only confess;
My inspiration was gone.

After searching a lifetime;
For that which painter's paint,
Wars are fought,
The composition of a saint.

Confidence in what was to come;
Believing my gift was my own,
Without realization;
That you are my tone.

My harmony.

My completion.

My synergy.

You are the other half of my soul.

~Mikienna Joi~