There's a blockage.
The eloquence of my words
has fallen apart in the execution,
and when my heart yearns to speak,
nothing ever comes.
There's a blockage.
Each day filled to the brim,
yet nothing can be squeezed out
of this metaphorical creative stone.
I long for my voice.
There's a blockage.
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I we've all written a poem or two about writers block.
ReplyDeleteHere's things I do when I want to write but the words don't come out:
I go to a thesaurus and find an interesting word that describes a meaning I want to get across.
I think back on a particularly terrible or wonderful personal experience and draw from that.
I look at something in the world (in culture, the news, etc.) That I loathe and I write about it.
I look at something in myself that I loathe and I write about it.
Or for something completely different I write out a strong desire or prayer that is weighing me down.
Hope this helps!