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

I love this - the ending does it for me :)
Wow, this is beautiful! As someone who experiences both writer’s and artist’s block quite frequently, I resonate with having many thoughts and ideas for projects but never letting them come to fruition. TT