Fragments of the Heart

Writer's Block

Fragments of the Heart

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F R A G M E N T - 64

Writer's Block

A blank white screen
stares at her for hours;
she could only hope
for words to shower.

She had nothing to write about
because her mind was a mess;
all her wondrous stories
were trapped in great stress.

She's been having a tough time
keeping up with college and friends,
any sentence she would make-up
burned to failing ends.

Entered someone she never knew
she would meet;
all her talented stanzas
came at her in a leap.

Talks of skies and seas
flowed the white screen;
topics she never wrote about
appeared in her poetry.

Her dedicated readers
loved every line of her works;
all her loved-ones
questioned her endearing quirks.

She was blissfully happy
for that was all that mattered;
her writings were her
intense feelings patterned.

However people come and go
to show us where we belong;
unsurprisingly that someone
could not stay for long.

And so the worry commenced
for she struggled to write;
soon she stopped her
frequent poetry nights.

She stayed in the dark
without a white screen;
instead her head was placed
on a wet pillow sheet.