sjsprWriting

Graphite smudges the lined paper filled with doodles

I wrack my brain for something, anything

A poetic line, a thrilling story

But I find my mind to be as blank as the paper in front of me

I start with one word…

THE…

“Break time!”

and I procrastinate.

My mind is a sea of imagination

My voice is as strong as a lion’s roar

But I struggle to find the right words to speak my mind.

I see talent all around me.

In my classmates, in my inspiring teacher

So mine cowers in fear,

In jealously,

In longing,

Hiding behind a block…

A writer’s block.

One that I fear will never be pushed out of the way.

But wait…

What is on this very page?

Could I have been achieving my goal all along?

Have I finally found my muse?

"Am I writing?"

The answer lies in the click of my keyboard

as I press Publish.