Why can't I get my brain
And my pen to communicate?
The words start to form
But I can't keep them straight
I'll get a good idea
And write a great start
Every single word
Coming straight from my heart
But then my mind goes blank
And more than one sits incomplete
I keep going back trying to finish
And once again I have to retreat
I'm starting to get scared
It's turning into a legit fear
That my passion for writing poetry
Is starting to disappear
I've always felt that being
A poet was what makes me, me.
With out a doubt it makes up
a huge part of my identity
The words use to flow so easily
Now they get scrambled up inside
It's like no matter how hard I look
I can't seem to find where they hide
But I'm starting to feel hope
My faith in writing has replenished
I started this poem not knowing
If it would ever be finished
And as this poem ends
I know no matter the cost
That I'll always find my passion for writing
For you can't loose what was never lost.
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Writers Block
PoezieI went through a time period where I would start a poem and then go completely blank. It went on for awhile till I finally sat down and was able to write this poem and the flood gates opened.
