Writer’s Block Island: A Poem


And here I stand,

Deserted by the ship of Inspiration

That has long since sailed

Away; surrounded by the waves of indecision,

Stranded on the cruel tide

Of writer’s block. No matter.

For I shall build a raft from the trees grown

From the seeds of routine,

Fed by the waters of practice and habit,

And sail away


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