Originally Published 04/26/2024

Don’t worry the words will come

Keep writing them all down

Using all fingers and thumbs

This isn’t your first go around.

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Exercises and brainstorms

Still, they do not come

Stretching your brain clear it of worms

You’re still brilliant, not dumb.

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Yet the paper is empty devoid of prose

Lonely and sad and without content

The right thoughts are just under your nose

Yeah, each one is crooked and bent.

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The hours get later and later

And still, nothing arrives

Your frustration leaves a deeper crater

But your perseverance survives.

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Now a mere trickle

Things start to come together

The block and mental pickle

Hopefully gone forever.

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Your work is nearly complete

You never thought it would arrive

Writers block is never discreet

As some works, never survive.

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The end at last, the time is now

You’re written work is finished

And You make a silent vow

Thank God your talent has not diminished…

-aaa