Writers have an adept ability to converse,

but at times the consequence is a curse.

Like bouncing balls inside my head

are words and phrases I leave unsaid.

Like a fly buzzing around my ear

is a story asking to be made clear.

Like a fog covering my whole being

until I unveil the worlds I’m seeing.

It’s why my writing provides relief

and writers block is at times a reprieve

from the constant things I have to say

and the waves of thoughts I keep at bay.