Writer's Block

I sit at my desk

twitching my leg

scratching my head

but still nothing comes to mind.

I can not write

with my thoughts frozen in my brain.

Just whiny I think I've got an idea

my pencil stops short of the blank page

that is glaring back at me with its unblemished whiteness.

But writing has become impossible

because I have writer's block

and it has built a dam for all my thoughts.

Wave after wave my thoughts try to bread open the dam

but the dam only gets stronger each time.

Finally, one word pierces the dam's seemingly unpenetrable wall.

That word trickles down my arm

until it reaches my pencil.

And then it drops on to my paper.

It's just one word, but

with that word,

the dam has lost its hold

upon my mind.

Soon the dam totally gives way

to the raging river of

words, sentences, and ides

that flow to my paper.

In a few moments

the river will run dry

but my paper will still be damp with words.

And when I write again I know that the

dam will rebuild itself

and a new battle with writer's block will begin.