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No Such Thing As Writer's Block
The inspiration hits you
As distinctly as
The sun setting on the Chrysler.
Light is thrust upon the whole city.
The city is changed
But doesn’t notice until the clouds
Pass over the sun,
Forever it seems, until the light returns.
The light drives you to start,
It drives you to finish.
Without the light, you feel lost.
You walk unguided on a wooded path
Of ever-changing twists and turns,
Afflicted by thorns and bends on the way,
No exit to return you to your start.
You didn’t want to go back,
And now you can’t.
There is no other option but to
Tell yourself to keep going, follow through on your intuition.
Now you realize you are being cheated
By too many twists, there re too many
Bends in the path trying to stop you on your way,
Your pains overwhelm your convictions.
You pause pensively for a moment, suddenly standing so still
Almost as if you were posing to be painted.
Your face, scathed by the scornful thorns,
Your eyes, full of your reminiscent journey.
Yet your aura, strong, glowing golden with hope.
You begin to move again, putting one foot forward,
You escape the twists and move through the path, you move on.
Forgetting the bends, you remember your cause.
You remember why you started on this journey
The only thing that’s worth the thorns,
The only thing that’s worth the twists and solitude;