The blank paper stared at me
And I took up pencil with trepidatio;
My palms were sweaty
And my nose was crinkling
When my nerves came close
To being shattered.
To freely write
Is to navigate unknown waters
And I dread to get
My feet wet.
The topics on the board
Glared at me
And I tremble
At their defiance.
What do I choose?
Do I opt for the easy one
Or let creative juices flow,
So I choose ambitiously?
Ah, I have my topic
And I am happy to note:
I will write
About the wonder of writing.
Can’t believe you would ever have writers block! Liz
It is not the writing that is overwhelming, but the downsizing. I have no time for creativity.