Anticipation And Inspiration

Today I picked up my paper and pen,
I sighed and put it back down again,
I stared at the space in front of me,
Blank right where my words should be.

I tried but it was soon over and done,
My hands were cold and my heart felt numb,
My vocabulary had disappeared,
“Stage Fright” like I had always feared.

I looked around desperate to see,
Something that stirred inside of me,
Something that could touch my soul,
Make this emptiness seem whole.

The words are usually always there,
We’re always together, always a pair,
Never have we ever fallen apart,
I end the sentence where they do start.

I felt frustrated, wound up inside,
Panic or grief, I couldn’t decide,
The fear stopped me in my tracks,
It was in that moment I realised that…..

Sometimes you need to quiet the mind,
It’s often in silent moments you find,
The words inside that long to escape,
They’re asking me to stop, be still and just wait.

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