My notepad is filled to the brim with unfinished poems
Waiting for me to jot down something that would make sense
I had to step away for a couple of weeks hoping to find those words
My therapist told me if I feel like this hobby is starting to feel like a job then it’s not a hobby
I want so badly for those unspoken words of mine to flow
For this to feel like a hobby again
But in order for that to happen
I need to love this
And right now I don’t
My notepad used to be my favorite place
I could say whatever I wanted, when I wanted, however I wanted
Now I can’t say anything
Lips sowed together with strings
Strings that used to hold my ideas
{Writers block}- “The condition of being unable to think of what to write or how to proceed with writing.“
{Ke’s writer’s block}- “ A battle between her pen and brain, her brain’s losing.”
© KeGrace