“A Writer’s Life”
“Frustrations burn in the depths of my soul,
Every line every verse just seems so droll.
I search and I ponder for just the right word,
Begging my creativity to take flight like a bird.
I beg and I plead for my thoughts to soar,
When did writing become such a chore?
I write and erase and write again,
At this rate my story will never begin!
Day after day my pen hangs in the air,
Perhaps this time if only on a dare.
Suddenly a light hovers just round the bend,
Could it be, will this block finally end?
My hand flies across the page at the speed of light,
I feel it in my bones the end is in sight!”