See the blank, white canvas stretched out onto my desk.
Empty of life and devoid of  inspiration.
See my fingers grip tightly onto my pen.
I press tight onto it's body, and hope the increased blood flow in my fingers will allow my thoughts to bleed ink from it's head.
The palpitations of my heart cause sweat to sprinkle onto my forehead.
My breathing becomes heavy and shallow from the overwhelming rush of anxiety.
My mind begins to lock down from the intense pressure placed upon it.

I need to get these thoughts on paper.
I must translate what it is I see with my mind's eye.
Are there any words that can truly express the stirrings of the soul?

When at ease, the words begin to flow.
I see them spill out onto the once blank canvas.
The birth of these words overwhelms me.
I am a witness to creation in full effect.
The anxiety vanishes and my heart begins to beat smoothly.
The heavy block is lifted off of my mind.
Finally, I am myself again.