Words Never Come
Sitting here
Pen in hand...
Just scribbling
My words are bland...
Blocked from sharing feelings
Nothing flows...
Pen making no marks
My frustration grows...
Connected to me
A path to my brain...
My nerves are twitching
Inside nothing but rain...
But then the clouds break
My spirits head north...
Emotions moving like a stream
Flowing forth...
From my mind to the paper
The transition is complete...
You can finally understand
Thoughts no longer obsolete...
The sun comes out
Warming my skin...
Loving the rush of energy
I let happiness sink in...
The words have come.
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