For the Struggling Writer.

A few days after posting a guide on writing when uninspired, I sat unable to write. The irony was that I could write for others but not for myself. My article had covered what to do when uninspired to write for others and not for myself. But I kept trying and trying. I wrote this poem as a reminder that moments like these happen but they never last forever.

My pen failed me today.
While I tried to tell a tale
Its ink ran weak
Fading away
Drying up with my story.
Forcing silence upon my paper
My paper failed me today
So I will try another day.

It is the next day
All is bright
The birds sing
And my heart rises with the dawn
I set out to sing praises to the sun
But once again, white blankness
Stares me down.
I retreat. I shall fight tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes.
With shaky feet, I approach my bench
Where I work
Where I toil and labor
Filling paper with words
With ink I create
With words, I animate.
Trembling fingers set words
To paper
Hope springs to life
As dark ink overshadows the white vast space.
A miracle. I am able to tell stories again.