WRITER'S BLOCK

 I never thought writer's block was real,

But now look at me,

No posts in the last two months or three,

I'm struggling to find the words to explain,

The beautiful moments of my day,

So this piece is just for me to say..

To speak,

 Poetically or not,

This piece is ordinarily me,

My ordinary thoughts,

Short,

Simple,

A moment at a time,

Nothing deemed as benign.

Three days ago,

I tried writing again. 

And failed.

The only thing I managed to note down was this;

'  hey

      not being able to write makes me feel dead inside     '

then I closed my book and put my pen aside.

Writing is as much a need as it is a hobby,

The verb a form of expression, and the noun; something to embody.

This poem is the worst of my works,

We can all agree,

Yet is a realisation of what writing means to me.

The reason why I scavenge at rhymes to make a post,

The reasons why I keep competing in slams even when I lost-

It's important to have a 'why' for everything  you do.

And I've just found mine.

🤭