WRITER’S BLOCK | ALIZAH CHAVEZ

WRITER’S BLOCK

ALIZAY CHAVEZ

I look around this hollow abyss, trying to Figure out what to say. Writer’s block hits me like a train, I fall deeper into the unknown. I scream in exasperation, Why can’t I get my thoughts to roll off my Tongue effortlessly? I am trying my best, but this isn’t working.

My words no longer come out my throat like Before. These hands no longer glide across this page with

ease.

My dreams, so jumbled. Everything I write isn’t what I stand for.

I opened my mouth and nothing came out. I stared at this blank page, I feel my ability at an all time low.

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. I have nothing without my words. Without these words, I no longer exist. I become just a person, That isn’t who I am meant to be.

There is more to me than what meets the Eye. My voice is my Power. Power is what makes me, me!

Oh, writer’s block, why do you do this to Me? Just as I thought I got rid of you, you’ve Come back to haunt my every breath.

I just want to be okay again. I just want to write like I used to. Writer’s block stole my creativity a few Months ago, never to be seen again. My world crashes from beneath me.