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Writer's Block

Writer's Block

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I just can’t write now…

Those words just remain out of my reach,

I’m reaching out but grasping nothing.

It used to be so easy,

The lines-

They were threads I could weave into a tapestry,

So simple; so beautiful…


They could be flying carpets and magical lamps,

Or wardrobes leading to enchanting worlds;

They could be magic (and men with no noses!),

Or games in a huge arena (let the 76th Hunger Games begin! No).

Or it could be faith, trust and pixie dust;

With the lost boys,

Or maybe down the rabbit hole (we all know where that lands…)

It could be as a rider, wizard, tribute or shadow hunter,

Anything would be better than my current predicament…

Wow, I still haven’t written anything…  Or have I written it all?


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