Writer's Block

Writer without words

Please excuse me while I gather my thoughts

My mind’s a mess and it has become quite cluttered in there

There was a time, once upon, in fact

When the words would flow

Gliding my pen along the page

With absolutely no effort on my part

That was then and it feels like such a long time

So long ago that the memory of it is so fuzzy

All I have now are pages

Beautifully covered pages with words that sing

Words that roll off the tongue

Pages upon pages that I wrote

Nothing like the blank pages that I stare at for hours

While those hours turn into days

Days that turn into weeks

Leading into months and sadly years

Years of blank pages that yearned for me to fill them with those beautiful words

I’ve tried, oh how I’ve tried

Even as I write this, it just isn’t the same

Instead, I call it a step

A baby step, hard try and possibly a fail

I’m not sure yet

But, I will keep writing

Putting pen to paper until I destroy this block, barrier and darkness that has filled my head and heart.