as I sit and stare in awe
I cannot help but feel my flaw
inspiration cannot induce
what’s truly needed to produce.
the words, they used to freely come
a poised hand and a ready tongue
perhaps the leash is held by fear
or maybe it’s the weed and beer
that slow the thoughts and curb the action
Just an excuse? or a true distraction?
always something new to blame.
end result is still the same…
pencil sharp and paper clean,
keyboard silent, word count lean.
how does one get past the wall?
perhaps I’m still too scared to fall…
One might call this an attempt
Some might say I’m just verklempt
This may be just the place to start…
I’ll try to keep an open heart.
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Assistant Editor: Karissa Kneeland/Editor: Bryonie Wise
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