It is the unwanted calm
to the raging waters of creativity.
It’s the cold shower in the winter;
A road block fallen from on high
To the mind’s eye,
Blindfolded when we need to see,
It is the literary vacuum that visits once in a while.
Whilst it’s present,
Your mind becomes filled with wordy absence,
And void of everything-
but itself .
You wonder,
‘did I do wrong?
Why won’t my mind cooperate with me?’
But you don’t know,
Your mind in the presence of a writers block
Becomes a pool of water that needs
to be stirred for miracles to be birthed.
Writer’s Block,
Like brain freeze when the camera’s shutter clicks,
Your mind become a sleeping giant
that deserves some cold bath to awake.
I beseech you,
Do bathe that Giant the iciest water whilst it slumbers.
Drive through that mental road block,
And proceed to the journey of Sinbad
And that seven seas—
Of storming raging waters.
And always remember,
if you’re sick of a writer’s Block,
Do drink hot tea.
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