Writers Block

Glazed is his eye
And furrowed is his brow
as he writesabout what he writes
when he bears naked
a part of his soul
but peeks through
slit eyes
afraid of what he may see
but feeling no shame
for in his heart he knows
true beauty lies in
what some may percieve
to be ugly
and distorted images of perfection
hide where the heart resides
in tactful imperfection
in that single mole
that doubles a virgin's beauty
or that single stumble
that doubled the height of the mountain you chose to climb
or in the blood and sweat
put into a tree that you nurtured
that grew into the forest
that now sustains you
as you chop it down
giving birth to death all around
and restoring value to life
destroying waht you created
to preserve what was created
for once you too were created
and death was createdto give worth to life
the soul is immortal
or so they say
it's end perhaps the creator forgot to create
for no longer is precious
the thing that you hide
as everyone has one
though they may know not
where they themselves hide it
or what it contains
although sometimes they bear it
naked
and try to discover
through slit eyes
about what to write
about what they write.