The End

Every word is a puzzle
I struggle to speak
Every thought or idea
Slips out of my reach
I stumble, I fumble
I can’t find my feet
The letters escape
And my pen skips a beat
When all that I want
When all that is mine
Is summed up in perfectly
Haphazard lines
The flow seems to stop…
No, it won’t come again
A passion evicted
A gift’s fatal end

– Written August 13, 2012
as I battled a major case of
writer’s block after a house fire

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