quietly she sits surrounded by the buzzing of  people
the blank paper sitting before her
her mind a storm of ideas yet she is unable to express them
is it the room filled with people?
all of those people making her uneasy
acting as a wall between her mind and that piece of paper
or is it the worry?
the worry of what people will think of her poem
hundreds of words race through her mind yet there are still none on that piece of paper