I've always said to myself that if you are born to be a writer,
then you cannot live without it
I unbearably with a writer's block
that spans times and feelings
that I don't always have a choice over
I stare at the blank, white screen
hoping something will finally come to me
but to no avail.

Where are the words swirling inside of my head?
Forming incoherently
resonating in my mind foreignly
I want to transcribe the words
I want my true voice to be heard
yet my fingers stay still
the pen does not lose ink
the white page on the screen stays blank