Fair

I come from a land with skies

So clear

Sands vast

Where no shadow can last

I come from a land that begs for clouds

For rain

Yet here I am

Half a world away

Sitting

Watching

Yet another rainy day

While my lands

Die of thirst

Irony of this unbalanced curse

Dam

He said

My words

Are not truly mine

I don’t feel the inspiration all the time

Like a river that has run dry

My fruits die

And I

Wait for the dam

To break loose

I ask him

Why

Does he continue to rely

On others to tear down the block

He looks at me with a shock

He realizes

He’s had the tools all along

Feeling empowered and strong

He breaks the barriers

And writes a new song