The Writer's Struggle

The blank page stares back with vacant eyes,

A taunting reminder of her endless tries,

The author sits, pen in hand,

But the words refuse to take a stand.

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The inkwell sits, full and ready,

But the writer's mind is dull and unsteady,

She tries to find the perfect phrase,

But her muse has left, in a silent daze.

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The page remains stark, blank and white,

As she struggles to conjure up some insight,

The cursor blinks, a mocking beat,

As the author concedes to her defeat.

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But then she remembers why she writes,

Why her passion for words forever ignites,

For in her words she finds her voice,

A way to share, to inspire, to rejoice.

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So with a deep breath, she starts to pen,

Hoping to find the flow once again,

She writes of love, of pain, of hope,

And slowly, the words start to elope.

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The ink flows now, steady and true,

As the page fills up with a brand new hue,

The author smiles, feeling the release,

As her words bring her inner peace.

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For even when the blank page taunts,

And the words refuse to come forth and flaunt,

The writer knows deep in her heart,

That her pen will always be her art.

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So here's to the author, who struggles to write,

May she find the courage to take flight,

And in her words, may she find her light,

Shining brightly, a beacon of insight.

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