Writer’s Block


As I strike out words back and forth,

The scars on the parchment is the sole witness

To my frustration.

Like a woman in pain and awe

Anticipates the birth of a new life,

I wait for the litany to be set free

From the chains holding her back

In the dungeons of my sub-conscious mind.

I wait for her to come out,

For her to illumine my night to-day.