Poetry, Unbound

Writer’s Block

I find myself staring at
blank paper,
blank screens,
blank books,
blank faces,
blank hearts.

I wait for my fingertips to bleed
rainbow-colored joy,
tear-wrenching sorrow,
awe-stricken inspiration,
serene-harmonizing peace,
into the soul of the world.

Featured Image: Pixabay – “Ink” by artemtation (CC0 Public Domain)

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