Mental Blockade

It feels blank.
Like when you stare at an empty canvas.
I can imagine the possibilities,
All of them.
Okay, most of them.
Some of them.
Everything is blurry now.

I want to reach out
and explode,
I want to burst into color.
I don't have any colors.
I can't find any.

I want to read and excel,
and chase the stars on whatever
moon-lit pathway they created.
If I stretch, I can almost,
Almost feel the heat boiling my blood.

Almost isn't enough.

I feel blank.
I want to do everything, anything.
I've hit a wall.

The wall is collapsing on me.
I'm being buried in deadlines, projects,
Clouds.
Yet I can't manage to climb out.

~Divya