Words.
While they used to flow out of me
like cascading waterfalls,
my flow has weakened,
though my heart still calls.
So full of thoughts
and dreams within,
yet I cannot seem
to make the sentences begin.
I have stories wrapped up
with elegant bows,
but from mind to paper,
my prose will not go.
I hope to surpass
this writer's blockade,
but for now I'll just continue
to try and make
Words.
-M.M.