Silent struggles as I
am juggling random words
like colorful oranges above my head.
Bubbly and Bright but very heavy
those words appear just out of reach.
Stepping sideways, as it all comes crashing down-
strangling sentences into shorten
into an orange peel
into spurts of orange juice-spraying all over the sidewalk
in my minds fresh eye
if only I
could walk the walk
talk the talk-
but I am a mere court jester
juggling words out of a silent mute place.
Sometimes out of thin air,
a poem just appears.
In other cases, it clearly does not.
The rest is up to you.