A Writer's Struggle




Words seemed to elude me, Blank was my clueless mind, I was struggling to find My lost muse that'd abandoned me sadly, Parched ink in somber hues waned and I made a plea, In a realm parallel,  I sunk 'midst many a shadow, My fears did grow… A writer's death knell?! It couldn't happen, My ink would never flow If my frozen stale brain failed to sharpen… Just when my world turned bleak, A small spark ignited, My soul felt excited, Harnessing hope, my muse I chose to seek, In solemn silence words trickled in like a creek, Grew in ways manifold, 'Twas a deluge–a word outflow, And sans sorrow My wings did unfold… It did happen, At last my ink did flow When my frozen stale brain strived to sharpen.     Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!