Writers Block Poem by Concetta Salter

Writers block is so, so cruel.
At least it is to me.
All these words inside won’t do.
They need to find release.

A cauldron deep inside my mind.
It’s overflowing fast.
I need to find some words to write.
My sanity won’t last.

Feelings that I can not voice.
I write them down instead.
It’s like I do not have a choice.
Words screaming in my head.

Poetry is not my gift.
It’s always been my cure.
It gives my spirit quite the lift.
It opens up new doors.

Take away my pen, I’ll yell.
My paper, do not touch.
There’s story’s that I need to tell.
And thoughts that can’t be hushed.

Inspiration soon will strike.
And than I’ll find a pen.
On the paper I will write.
My thought’s will be expressed.