I want to write today but I have writer’s block with nothing to say, so I’ll share my thought anyway, if I may.
Writing has really helped me, I can be a form of therapy but this case it’s free, you see, it’s a great relief for my anxiety, I’m part of a society, a writing community.
When I write, I feel I belong but sometimes I get writers block and it feels wrong when it takes me so long to start my poetry again. I wish I could spend my days inspired, fired up, ready for some mire writing but I’m fighting an intense lack of spirit, I fear it, I don’t know why.
I hope that this reaches someone somehow and now this could be the spark I need, a planted seed, to grow into the inspiration I need, as you read what I have wrote, take note, as my words fly, they have left me at the moment, this poem has ended. Goodbye ❤ ✌