Block

I’ve been struggling to write again

It’s been a while

I think about writing a book

A release for all the thoughts that I tend to block

But the dam holds strong

Block by block I’ve built up the wall

Impeding the natural flow of my spirit

Till it freezes into a block of ice

When its spring inside, the birds chirp

The sun shines and the ice melts a little

After a good old session of spring cleaning

I find a neatly folded stack of blocked memories

In the corner of the drawer marked nostalgia

Its time to play dress up, they still fit

I wonder why I stashed them away

And then I notice the gaping hole

A few more beads and sequins fall of

And I realise I had confused the drawers

It’s hard to place nostalgia and pain into separate blocks

I remember home, I remember mom and dad

I remember how different I wanted my life to be

I realise how painfully similar it has become

My friends from back then still call me chap off the old block

Before I know it, it’s winter again

And my nose isn’t the only thing that’s blocked up

If only it were just as easy to open up the others with a big hearty blow

Another blow of bitterly cold wind

I wrap the jacket tighter, retiring into my shell

Trying to block out the chills

And head towards the warmer path

Only to turn back around

And I did it again

Missed the crossroads

Cleverly disguised as a roadblock

What do I do now?

Do I go back to the beginning?

Only to step back on to those same building “blocks”

Maybe its time to dismantle that ladder

If only I could hear a beckoning call, showing me the way

But for now, I turn up the volume

On my new noise blocking headphones

I will make it someday soon

Before I have to sleep under a block of stone

Wait, did I just get over my writer’s block?