Sometimes, my mind ends up feeling stuck.
The juices won’t  flow, and I’m all out of luck.
Yesterday I didn’t even have to try,
The pen went to paper and I just let it fly.

Maybe I can create from this frustration,
something to encapsulate my aggravation.
At wanting to write when nothing wants to come out.
That struggle is what this is all about.

I hope it’s easier tomorrow than it was today,
So I can let my mind wander and play.