I wrote this poem because as creatives, we all know what it’s like to get stuck in a rut and not know what to do next. This poem helps me snap out of it a lot of times and makes me feel at ease about my writer’s block. It also helps knowing I’m not the only one in this.
Sometimes, it’s in my head
But it won’t come on paper
And sometimes, it’s not in my head
But I want it on paper
Such is the mysterious nature
Of the peculiar creature of habit
The writer’s block
It comes and it goes
It’s the bane of my existence
And it really implores
It begs me to stop
It runs amok
Making me irrational
And misled
Making me question my own abilities
And making me doubt everything
Just about everything
I feel like my world is crashing
In that moment
I feel like it’s over
I’m over
I know I’m not
But goddamnit writer’s block
My heart is twitching
My stomach is in knots
I want to pull my hair out
And yell, scream, and shout a lot
I want to scratch my skin off
And fry my brain
Why won’t you work
Why won’t you just be sane
It doesn’t budge
It sits there
Watching me
Laughing at me
Succeeding…
Then I do what it least expects me to
I pick up my pen
And put it on paper
I start writing
I keep writing
I don’t stop
It gets impatient
And insecure
It’s getting up
Approaching me again
Warily
Hoping to deviate me
But my momentum is increasing
I’m writing
I’m writing
I’m writing
And the writer’s block?
It’s going
It’s going
It’s gone.
