Writer’s Block Revisited


Been walking among the weeds, barefoot

Searching for the soft spaces in the scrub

while each thorn catches exposed skin

Gritting my teeth, I press on

A new direction is calling

When words flowed

I followed their path

Inspiration providing an endless bounty

like a field of exquisite wildflowers

each with its own beauty

The bouquet I created

perfectly balanced

Creating quiet comfort

that made sense of

turbulent times

Following the path

that appeared endless

I laid down markers

Breadcrumbs in the forest

to find my way back

But then the fog rolled in

heavy and thick

Whispers in the darkness

began calling my name

urging me toward exploration

Embracing the journey

I walk, unencumbered by detailed plans

Curiosity and a small vial of trepidation

my constant companions

as I seek a new muse

Writer’s Block

a necessary part of this journey

Gives pause and a moment of respite

A chance to find that sweet spot

hidden in the bramble

photo: Saintrain at English Wikipedia [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

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