Life’s Writer’s Block
Life’s Writer’s Block
Life cycles through periods of blankness
Where the pages are unwritten and left white
Bleak, unvarnished, bright
Reminiscent of the erased words of the past
The drawings and doodles of memories rush to this abrupt halt
Like life got writer’s block
And decided it was a good time to start over
Ins and outs,
Ups and downs
The rising tide receding back into the fold of what was left untold
Cycles of starting over and being in an utterly new place
With scars and smiles from before
The experience was never locked behind the door I just came through
Always understanding where I’ve been and how I got to where I am now
Reflection of a self I’m building towards
It’s a stop-and-start kind of cycle
An ebb and flow, little by little these restarts move me
Move me out of the ruts, getting myself back on the rails that guide my track
It is drops in the bucket before the flood, before I’m able to give my blood to this page
This chapter, however long
It’s always a drizzle before the downpour of ‘me’ really starts
The cycle of starting over
I see the signs, I feel the presence looming
Not always a bad or a sad feeling
But one that is uncomfortable
Yet replicable, the process that got me moving again
Feeling familiarity of new shoes, the same brand I was before
Unscuffed and clean
No stains, dirt, or grime from time
Simply just where I’ve been before
But in a different moment further along
Life cycles through these periods,
Starting over, but never starting with an empty pen
Always able to access the library that I’ve built up
Every book I’ve put on my shelves
It’s exciting, uncertain, uncomfortable yet familiar.
Blank pages, unvarnished and bright
Just waiting for my pen to unleash the flood held back from my life’s writer’s block.