The process (if any!)

My overcrowded mind is unable to assimilate more words

I can see them teetering on the edge of the ledge of my consciousness

then falling into the cracks without a splash

disappearing into the turbid oblivion forever

sardonic voices mock my inability

to string those words meaningfully

but I am helpless, I find my hair tangled in the branches of past

stopping me from soaring to greater heights

to see the future clearly I need to rid

my present of all remnants of reminders

I shear away my hair, cutting all ties

unsnarl my toes, rooted in shifting sands of uncertainty

to shed the unnecessary load I had been lugging

in the harsh light of blazing sun, my unfettered brain

unites with my words; I see flowers blooming in inky blackness

finally free verses flit from my fingertips to your lips

before alighting on a blank page, making it home.