I thought it would be easy
To walk on thin rope
Heavily burdened
Perhaps I’m strong…

I wanted to be double minded
I mean like ambidextrous
Both a poet and a painter
But all to move smoothly

I could write poems
I had stopped painting
Rather I lost interest
I could not find my inspiration

Now I’m trying to paint
I’m losing my poetic feel
This man-made writer’s block
Has claimed my inspiration

I wanted to be both
Admirable poet and a beautiful painter
Yet holding them each to each
I’m sent off balance.