Have you ever sat down
trying to come up with the
words that can effectively describe
what it is that you are
currently experiencing,
only to find out that you are
suffering from writer's block?
And that,
in the desperation to discover
how to translate your thoughts to words,
that it results in a conflict between
what your brain wants to write,
and what your heart wants to feel?
And that you often
throw away drafts
before they are even completed,
for you feel like the
work that you placed into the poem
was fruitless?
I often see how many other poets here
are able to effectively,
nay, almost effortlessly,
make haikus, pentameters,
and a slew of other poems
that I cannot even possibly fathom.
While I sit here,
patiently and precariously try to
search for the words that the voice in my head
wants for me to say, but
every time I knock on his door,
I come to find that he's on vacation.
And that he
only wishes to appear
the moment I have
the gunpowder he needs
to explode my thoughts
into written thought.
But trust me,
One day I will overcome
this writer's block.
