Writer's Block

No words come to mind. Just this blank canvas with ink dropping on it.  No sound of pen against parchment and no shouts of confusion.

Just staring.

The mind is quiet. The letters of who u am echo inside me and the world is dimming. Not because of negativity but that of defining.

The clarity I have of myself is raging. The emotions of whatever hold high upon me and I just setthe down for the morning.

There is much peace inside of me. This one part that caters to a joyful beginning. Simple but truly outstanding.

As the brightness shines the mind, blank, begins to drop letters combining into words, stanzas. Meaning? You tell me.

The pen scratches so fast in order to not say halt to the thoughts dripping.

Bliss.

It is a pure standing ovation as the roar becomes calm once more.

No longer staring at a blank canvas but that of loaded piece of work. Indeed writer's block is terrifying and yet depth of triumph is earth quaking.

Ever have a moment like mine?