Writer’s Block (Making Lemonade)


So many stimuli,
So much time,
No new ideas,
Blockage in the mind.

Writer's block,
A dread disease,
Putting pen to paper
To cure the terrible unease.

Writhing in my own skin,
Wishing to create
Something meaningful
That others can relate.

Sometimes you just know,
And the words begin to flow.
Sometimes there is a stoppage;
Your mind needs to grow.

Go and smell some flowers,
Gaze long out to sea,
Find your inspiration,
And cure your writer's disease.

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