Writer’s Block
Inspiration comes and goes like the wind,
At times they are steady, tasteful with rhythm,
Other times so dull, colorless and far in between,
It can be anything, from a painting, a memory, a tune of a song,
A person and places of which I am fond,
Surprisingly stirs my emotions and thoughts,
Ideas start to flow through my hands nonstop,
Then there are times i sit at the table awe struck,
Can’t get a syllable or vowel to spill out , words just seemed blocked, I wouldn’t dare whisper nor shout,
I become choked with frustration, and just can’t get it right,
I fight to articulate the fine words; I fight just to write,
When inspiration is all i need to be the referee to call my ideas free,
From my struggles and debates with words,
I need it be my friend and break down these walls,
Written by
Laurna Guiste
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