I take a breath as I sit in my chair
Pen in hand, paper in the other
I think and I think, unable to start
I take another breath
This is harder than I thought
Incompetent of putting words together
I stare blankly at the white in between the lines
Frustration creeps in and I exhale sharply
So many thoughts and so many emotions
Yet all are reluctant to expose themselves
I remember when this used to be easy
When rhymes and such came so simply
Now I sit hear chopping on my pen cap,
Tapping my fingers, waiting for an epiphany
