Paperweights

With broken lines 

Of inkblots on paper,

I began a staring contest,

With the words

scattered on my desk.

I scribble, crumple and toss,

Unsatisfied,

Quite out of my mind,

A little surprised,

Of what lay in front me. 

Words struggling to pour,

“Wherefore”, “therefore” and more,

Trickling through my fingers,

Trying to pry open that door,

Holding me down, like a paperweight.

Tapping my pen like a tuning fork,

My mind resonating its echoes,

I close my eyes to feel,

The ghosts of memories, Lurking behind me,

Whispering into my ear,

Letting the alphabets ooze piecemeal.

Like the winds flowing in from the pacific,

Carrying the scent of the brine and high seas,

The words come tumbling out,

Like the notes of a sweet symphony.

Its sounds changing pitch,

From A minor to C, and then D,

Flowing,

Like water through rocks,

Cascading into cataracts of emotional glee.

I stare back at what lay before me,

The music of my soul,

Singing footloose and fancy-free.

Realize that paperweights can be lifted,

Songs are waiting to be scripted,

For the passion that continues to drive you,

Inside you,

Has always existed.

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This poem is dedicated to all those going through a Writer's block. It too shall pass and you will find your voice again; stronger than ever! 😁