as I sit and stare in awe

I cannot help but feel my flaw

inspiration cannot induce

what’s truly needed to produce.

the words, they used to freely come

a poised hand and a ready tongue

perhaps the leash is held by fear

or maybe it’s the weed and beer

that slow the thoughts and curb the action

Just an excuse? or a true distraction?

always something new to blame.

end result is still the same…

pencil sharp and paper clean,

keyboard silent, word count lean.

how does one get past the wall?

perhaps I’m still too scared to fall…

One might call this an attempt

Some might say I’m just verklempt

This may be just the place to start…

I’ll try to keep an open heart.

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Assistant Editor: Karissa Kneeland/Editor: Bryonie Wise

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