Words Fail
On Writers Block and a Writer's Healing
Words fail
I sip scalding Earl Grey poured from a tea kettle.
An empty white screen lights up a dim room.
A vertical line blinks on an untitled document.
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Words fail
A notebook sits at the bottom of a suitcase.
Three optimistic pencils undulled on vacation.
Blank pages, calm, weightless head.
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Words fail
Inspiration traded for a piece of peace of mind.
Sentences no longer pour out of a heart unburdened.
What do I write when all is fine?
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Words fail
Two months of healing, hard and hardly won.
The light at the end of the tunnel is silent.
Ignorance and a quiet mind are bliss.
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Words fail
Hedonistic happiness shadowed by blips of concern.
A tiny worry slips past newfound barriers,
“Was cortisol all that propelled me forward?”
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Words fail
Another calendar month flips over.
I stroll in quiet fields as my brain blooms with serotonin
In passing, I pause and touch the flowers.
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Words fail.
Rather, they don't pour out easily today.
With each morning comes more repairs, hope, and courage.
I'll try again tomorrow.
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Olivia L. Dobbs
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