Stopped, dead in my tracks
My brains processes seized up
I hit that mental wall…
Writers block.
I think as I feel
Trying to find some imperfection that will let me through
After a minute I stop…
“Wait” I think as I let an idea slip by again
I grin as I feel a slight crack
Using all my might I push
Ramming the idea into the crack in the wall
…and I feel the crack give way
Slowly it begins to widen, sending other cracks out.
I stand there, chuckling
As the entire wall falls to the ground
I stand there looking around the rumble
There is only one thing I can think of doing
…..I keeping going with that one idea