Afraid of the Faucet

Afraid of the Faucet

They say when you open the faucet,

the water will flow pure and clear.

So down in my chair I will sit

and try to make words appear.

They say creativity’s infinite,

don’t worry about running out.

But I’m afraid of the faucet

getting stopped up at the spout.

They say you should share your work

with the world and have no fear,

but I have this unfortunate quirk

where I want to keep my words near.

And so I write this poem

in protest against my brain

because I’m my own worst critic

even when words fall like rain.

This poem’s not evenly metered.

Iamb sure the best part is the rhyming.

But I’m writing this poem anyway

to help me keep on climbing.

So here’s to the Muse and the Faucet,

to the verbal ebb and flow,

as I force myself to write something

despite my critic shouting, “No!”