Staring at a blank page, thoughts running through my head but there is a blockage between mind and fingers.
Inspiration is all around me but my eyes don’t process it,
I have a need to say something,
There is a desire inside of me to inspire someone today,
I feel heavy and weighed down by pressure, brought on by myself,
Should I take a walk? Should I read? Should I browse the net?
Not many will understand because they don’t love what I do, I do
Maybe the blockage will be flushed later…
My memory is good so my eyes will remember the inspiration around me,
Maybe someone will inspire me today,
Pressure, be gone!
I know what I will do, I will come back to this later.
Writing is what I do and I love what I do
Damn you, writers block!