Extraordinary Machine

a poem about nothing
but something
because I know better
my creativity in a box
buried deep inside
my everyday responsbilities
I still trust you
with all my heart
I still value your companionship
and solitude and angst
and hope and pain
you still inspire me
to be the real me
not the one
masquerading around
pretending as if
it doesn’t feel like
a dozen knives
stabbing me in the back
then in the front
when I don’t
write.