Writer’s Block
“No, writers block, that’s absurd. I always have what to write about.”
His mind is as blank as the page.
“Maybe there’s nothing more to write about.”
There’s always something to write about.
“Am I even looking; do I still look for what to write about?”
The page will always be a canvas, but a man gone blind can’t paint.
When we think we know best, we forget to listen,
we forget to learn.
“Do I even have what to say?”
He begins to ask the right questions.
“What makes my voice so special?
Why should I be heard while so many are silenced?
Who do I truly write for?”
Only in humility does he spark creativity.