What does it feel like when I can not write?
It is a twang of pain in my side
It is a ringing in my head
It is being closed in and closed off
My breathing stifled and my voice lost
Thoughts and feelings roll roughly together, around
A vicious whirlpool that rushes, seethes to get out
Each word or thought, alone, is tame and controlled
Together, without release, they boil and foam
How long it will last, I never know
Sometimes hours or days, or worse, months or years
Eventually, something clicks or breaks
As an explosion or a slow, seeping leak
But finally my voice can breath
And I can be relived of the words, thoughts and ideas
That I need to set free
©2017 Erin Shearer
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