Roadblocks

Roadblock

Sometimes the words just pop in my head
And I cannot write them down fast enough.

Other times, there is nothing there
No matter how long I sit and stare.

Will the paper remain blank forever?

It is on those days of immense joy or pain
That I will begin to write again.

A single verse may come to mind
And take me back in place or time.

And so it is with me.

Written by: Connie Morgenroth
January 6, 2014

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