The Beauty of Writer's Block

There’s beauty in a barren page A quiet calm without a cage Where thoughts like echoes softly hum But all the perfect words stay numb No need to chase a rushing line No pressure for the pen to shine Just stillness where the soul can rest And feel the beat within the chest Writer’s block, a strange disguise A lull beneath the stormy skies She holds the hand, she slows the pace And makes the mind a sacred place She clears the clutter, dims the sound So deeper meanings might be found A hush that teaches how to see The art of simply letting be So praise the blank and quiet space Where tangled thoughts can find their grace For from the pause we often find The truest voice within the mind