Cloud Cover

Fumbling my way through
this fog of creativity
without my literary devices
to keep me company.. 

Self doubt now rides with me..

Can there even be poetry
without sleight of hand trickery?

Stripped of all clever deceptions
there is no longer any protection
from the truths we avoid religiously..

And yet...

There is a sense
of orgasmic liberation
when we lower our shields
and let others in
to share what we feel..

At least temporarily
til suffocating judgements
cloud us in again