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