Finally it happened. I sit staring at the blank page, not knowing what I would like to write. Not knowing what you would like to read.
Usually I am full of ideas, most of them never even seeing the page. I would wake up in the middle of the night, constructing passages and connecting ideas. Right now, it is all gone.
I believed it would never happen. It did.
There is a moment
between light and darkness
when I wonder
if either is real
between tense and relax
when my heart flutters
struggling to
to decide whether
to take on
the next beat
Somehow that is where I got stuck.
Everything changes though. The spring rain stopped and the fresh breeze is pushing away the clouds. The sun is breaking through and the birds are singing their happiness.
Getting stuck is not the problem. Thinking I will stay stuck is.
