I Tremble at Writer’s Block

I tremble at blank pages. Penning

next days crumbled outtakes until

there are no words left for today.So I

steep myself in tea

and toss words like an abstract artist

until the page is stained

with tea and ink blots resembling

hope and substance.

 

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