Writers Block

So I twiddle my thumbs and tap my toes
I shake my head and pray for The Muse.
The fear that it will never come is unbearable
and I evoke emotions in my mind to find it.
I pace along the carpet, dragging static to my hair.
My head throbs from the frustration of it all.
Then I simply sit down, giving in, and begin to type,
Realizing it was there all along.

Writers Block

tasha11

Joined May 2008

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