Writers Block And Love

The presence of a writers block

Always peeks around the corner

I see it, don't want to greet it

I feel it but don't want to meet it

It's persistent but I'm resistant

Wishing it remained distant

But it always shows me it's existent

I want to take that alphabetic walk

But not around the damn writers block

Every time my mind begins to move slow

I will run into it eventually though

And even if I'm never inviting

Even when I'll always be fighting

I know essentially it's a part of writing

So here I am once again

Struggling with words I'm juggling

My mind drifts and strays

It shifts but suddenly stays

Rests at the topic of love

And now it's all I can think of

It's the subject on which I dwell

Because I see a parallel

What if my loving is like this pen

Some days it can write

Without a hassle in sight

Effortlessly on paper it flows

Writing phrases before my hand even knows

But some days it's too hard

And the pages remain unfilled

Making me think I'm unskilled

Because it's a poem I can't build

So what if my loving is like this pen

Some days it seems impossible

An obstacle too high to climb

When that happens

I guess I just lost my balance

To love is too much of a challenge

Just give me a little time

I promise I will love again

Because other days it's all I can

Love will flow from me fluently

Like the way ink touches pages beautifully

Like there's no effort present

An event without my intent

It's here like it never went

So the thing about wanting to write

And the desire to giving your love

Is that they can both have a block

You can't do it around the clock

I'll always want to write

I'll always want to love

But even if it's what I wish I could always do

There will be days I'm unable to

It won't me and it isn't you

It's what I have to embrace

That always can't be the case

All I can hope is that the ink will never run dry

And the love in my heart never says goodbye