I sit

In my own personal asylum

Cig hanging from my lips

Pool of hot ash at my feet

Staring at my naked screen

Wondering when

The words will fall

From my brain

To my hands

Agitation takes over

I push myself away

Pulling at my hair

Scratching my face

"please help me". I scream

Is it over?

Have I done enough?

Can I remove the block?



Then comes a smile

Through early morning shots of Jack

I feel a worthiness

That feels so familiar

So primal

So me

And words begin to form

And I begin to play

Ummmm

Nothing like it

I have

Given birth again

To

A

Write





Tammy

Birthing pains can be a pain...good job getting past the writers block....

It is remarkable how the mind and soul rally. Toady is a new day. In the scheme of eternity, how do we measure time?
I love how you share your heart.

Thanks everyone!!

tis such a blessing when the muse returns from hide and seek:)

loved this

Breathe,, and all will flow

A look around, then rest your eyes, feel the wet of tears gone bye, Know your relaxed and all alone,feel that special feeling of being at home. Now feel a giggle of passion and fury,
start them magic fingers in a hurry. Let them flow and type a pretty
row,,,,,,,,,you have a fever and I am your believer

Nice write,,,,