Catastrophe

40 days and 40 nights have passed as
I've stared expressionless at
the ceiling-

barren.

I tried to muzzle my words along with my heart.

I thought that maybe I could bottle
up the very thing that I've
learned to weaponize.

Truth is,
I can barely pick up a pen without
my fingers itching.

The rains have finally let up,
so maybe I should too.