Many deadlines are coming up for poetry contests.
Always a challenging creative time.
(Photo of a bunny on our back lawn nibbling his dinner. )
Unseen and uninvited,
they continue to visit.
Shouting their unwanted messages:
You can’t do that! You're not a poet.
I try to stop them,
but I don’t know who they are.
Invisible enemies, not my friends
though sometimes their voices are familiar.
Pressuring me to think this or that,
become someone different
than I know I can be.
Quieting those voices
brings inner peace as the
voice of the Spirit quietly whispers
love and acceptance by my Father.