Writer’s Block

A poem, perhaps

My house is full of words on pages And yet my mind swirls with blanks

How can we measure up To what is known and what exists

Words are words are words are words And yet

When the occasion calls When the pressure is on

Inspiration can often mean Devastation

To tiny egos in constant need of inflation Bruised and bruised and bruised all day

Because how, really now can there be any more words left to say?

Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Books, Racism, Feminism and Climate Change, so far.