I sit here with quill in my hand
Static as if frozen in time.
Words that ordinarily flow freely
Lay dormant in the back of my mind.
Ideas pass by me without stopping
While I struggle to catch one in flight.
Frustrated, my brains in such a muddle
Annoyed that I’m losing this fight.
Like a swift uppercut it then hit me
I was searching for something I could see.
i don't need to write about others
So, this time I will write about me.
As the thaw gathered pace in my mind
No longer was I frozen in time.
The quill skipped over the paper
My life recalled line after line.
Interrupted, I didn't get to finish
Maybe that was a blessing in disguise.
When you look in your mind at the future
You see things you don’t see with your eyes.