This Morning I Rebel Against Myself Poem by Shalom Freedman

THIS MORNING I REBEL AGAINST MYSELF

This morning I rebel against myself
Without enthusiasm I approach the page
I do not know where I should go right now
Empty as I am I am afraid.

Yet hearing echoes of a greater voice
And knowing Inspiration real through you
I laugh and wonder if your Greatness makes
A mockery of all I’ll ever do.

Dear Shakespeare in whose most casual lines
Poetry beyond all I strive to seem
I hear you through my minor reverie
Undermine the rhythm of my dream.

So in poor imitation I now write
Lines that won’t survive this angry night.