First moment of dawn the cloak of business covers
Already its warmth over takes and consume signs of restfulness
Thoughts...
I cannot continue I am stuck in a moment of blockness and am awaiting for a burst of inspiration and motivation and subjects that touch the matters of my heart. I am crying to write as writing for a very long time has been the breath in my life. There have been times where I have walked on dry desserts sands with no water just surviving as best as I can. I know it is a season and that once through it an extra layer of depth will be added to the writer part of me. I suppose I should feel excited, I am not as I am unsure how long this season will last and I can only rely on hopeful expectations that may or may not happen. I thought that starting a blog would motivate and renew me, yet again I unsure if that is the case. I do feel a pull to keep updating and write into am empty space. And I am quite surprise that I find myself stuck and unable to write. It can be argued I am writing and this post proves it. But it only points to the fact that I have the ability to write my thoughts which does not, I feel, explore my creativity that can be portrayed, I feel, through my poetry. And I still feel stuck. Until next time.
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