Writer’s Block

Ugh nothing.

I sit staring at the blank page

wracking my brain

trying to find words 

trying to find stories 

trying to find my creativity

elusive

eluding me as I reach out

wisps 

tendrils of smoke

ease 

creep along skin

pebbled

pocked with dimples

chilled

blink

blink

blink

the cursor

taunting me

fool

thinking that you could write

that others would read 

the words you put forth

even as fingers do fly

putting to lie

those nasty voices 

of Writer’s Blockage.

©Feb. 15/21

Picture is my own