WRITER’S BLOCK
ALIZAY CHAVEZ
I look around this hollow abyss, trying to Figure out
I have nothing without my words. Without these
what to say.
words, I no longer exist.
Writer’s block hits me like a train,
I become just a person,
I fall deeper into the unknown.
That isn’t who I am meant to be.
I scream in exasperation,
There is more to me than what meets the Eye.
Why can’t I get my thoughts to roll off my Tongue
My voice is my Power.
effortlessly?
Power is what makes me, me!
I am trying my best, but this isn’t working. My words no longer come out my throat like Before.
Oh, writer’s block, why do you do this to Me?
These hands no longer glide across this page with
Just as I thought I got rid of you, you’ve Come back
ease.
to haunt my every breath.
My dreams, so jumbled. Everything I write isn’t what I stand for.
I just want to be okay again. I just want to write like I used to.
I opened my mouth and nothing came out. I stared at
Writer’s block stole my creativity a few Months ago,
this blank page,
never to be seen again.
I feel my ability at an all time low.
My world crashes from beneath me.
The words are no longer there. My pen becomes a weapon and it’s attacking Me.
Nothing... Pure nothing, Strikes the page like a bullet. The ink splatters across the page. I ponder... What does it say? The chaotic mess leaves me speechless.
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