A Writer with No Words

Agnes Louis
Aug 21 · 1 min read
Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash

I am a writer.

Yet in time of needs, I found words have deserted me completely.

I found myself standing mute.

Where have they gone?

My words, a writer’s best friend?

Instead, I found tears.

Rolling, cascading, streaming.

Mixing with the water from the shower.

I held my breath,

hoping the sobs building inside my chest would just go away.

One can only hold a breath for so long.

And when one escaped, more pushed through.

Until I was a ball of mess,

my face crumpled in my palms.

And still,

I found no words.


Author’s note: Is it just me? Is this normal for a writer?

Anyone else experiencing this?

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Agnes Louis

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Writer by heart. Teacher by trade. I teach English, Yoga and Pilates. Avid reader. World traveller. Model.

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