Writer's block

In the silence of the room, the writer sits still, Pen poised on paper, but the words refuse to spill. A blank page stares back, devoid of any thought, Writer's block has struck, leaving inspiration caught. The cursor blinks mockingly, a taunting dance, As the writer struggles to find a new chance. Ideas once flowed freely, like a river's gentle stream, But now they're trapped, lost in a creative dream. Frustration mounts, like a storm on the horizon, The writer searches for a spark to reignite the passion. Through the fog of doubt, a glimmer of hope appears, A tiny seed of inspiration, breaking through the fears. With a deep breath, the writer begins to write, Slowly at first, then with increasing might. The words start to flow, like a river unleashed, Breaking through the block, the writer's soul is reached. And so the writer conquers, with perseverance and grace, Turning the struggle into a triumph, in this creative space. For writer's block may come, but it will not stay, As long as the writer continues to write, day by day.