Writer's Block

We all have those times where we sit down to put our thoughts into words, but can't express the right way to do so.

I stare at the blinking cursor in frustration.

The way it taunts me as I struggle to find the right words to type.

The backspace key edges me, as though nothing I say is good enough.

I know what I want to say.

I don’t know how to say it.

So I sit.

I sit until the words form themselves.

I sit until my jumbled brain clearly collects its thoughts.

I sit until my fingers feel confident in the sentences they provide.

And once I finally fancy the array of words strewn across the screen,

I sit again.

But instead of brainstorming ideas to plaster on my virtual paper,

I criticize it.

I pick out every miniscule flaw I can find.

I destroy the creation I had spent so much time piecing together.

I groan in anguish as the words I had hoped to portray my thoughts vanish whilst I pick my own mediocre masterpiece apart.

Until my document is again blank.

And I sit.

And I sigh.

As I’m back to staring at this stupid blinking cursor.

Still struggling to find the right words to type.

Author's Note

Any feedback is appreciated :)

Reviews

[Tricessimus]

Haven't we all been there. I find that using completely worthless pieces of paper helps, I can't ruin instructions for a coffee maker because it was already garbage. I like your cadence, a tough feat for free form poetry. You have plucked a string on the soul of all poets.