Writer’s block …
fingers waxen, halting
typing out a repetitive, ugly pattern
the words like burns across the page.
Hesitantly, I gingerly attempt to grasp hold of my
unusually absent river of creativity
tapping the flow
guiding it to where it is needed, an irrigation system for the drought in my head
and am met with empty hands and slapped wrists.
fingers waxen, halting
typing out a repetitive, ugly pattern
the words like burns across the page.
Hesitantly, I gingerly attempt to grasp hold of my
unusually absent river of creativity
tapping the flow
guiding it to where it is needed, an irrigation system for the drought in my head
and am met with empty hands and slapped wrists.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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