Writer’s Block

Stuck, unable to think of anything to write. The thoughts are formulated in my head, but I’m snared, caught in the strangling bands of writer’s block. Frustration, over-whelming frustration, fills my body. I loathe this sinking sand that has trapped my mind. My pen hovers over the parchment, ready, but no words flow. Finally, the pen falls to the desk with a clatter. I’m thinking so hard I’m getting a headache. Suddenly, I’m consumed with anger, at my self, for this useless trap. Why can’t I think of anything to write? I enjoy writing, but I hate the emptiness of not being able to put my feelings down. At last, I surrender, get up, and set off on a walk of inspiration. Maybe soon I can free my mind.