Blended Days

I am finding it harder to be transparent in all of my creating. Somedays I feel what I create isn't worthy of posting and my zeal is dissipating. Today I wrote a poem and it goes like this:

Have you been to the river?

the one that runs over your hands throbbing red

where your veins pulse and your eyes swim frantically

smooth rocks sink and glass sheets cover up the jagged truth

standing waves scream with rebellion

Do you live in fear that no one will listen to your cries of devastation

I'll see those long brown eyelashes droop like ferns

and the dew that glistens is just morning making his parade

there is nothing new under the sun