writer’s block

ink fills the blank space of the page

with words that come

one at a time

reluctantly and without rhythm

without heart

I’m not used to it

my usual words carry so much

weight and worth

into what I write

but here, takes these ones instead

they’ll have to do for now

until those more profound

find their way into my soul

out through this pen

onto the page and then

over to you.

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