Writer's Block, A Poem

reworked one of my previous notes xoxo

I write like I am digging 

A splinter out of my hand 

My skin paper thin 

A thought got stuck

Just below the surface 

Wedged within me

Its presence unknown 


When I am overcome 

With acute emotion 

Blistering with words

When the pangs of 

My guilt or grief finally 

Take shape as a shard 

Of my fleeting memories 


Until I can no longer 

Think of anything else 

And I am trying everything

To pry it loose 

To wrestle it from my body

This is not catharsis; 

It is self-preservation


I must expel this 

Foreign conviction 

From my body 

Before the infection 

Spreads to my heart


I don’t have writers block

Quite the opposite

My thoughts are bleeding out

Please make it stop