Writer's Block

Someone asked why my words have been so silent. I stopped to think and ponder why. I wrote a line or two, scratched them out and wrote another few. Like sands of an hourglass, words should flow, but from mind to paper they would not go. Jumbled in a mess of ink I'm sure there is some order. Confusion is an illusion as all I had to do was think. Writer's block they call it, where it is all stop and go. Finally I had success, so here you go! I write to alleviate my emotional stress, whether happy or sad I'm such a mess! ok, perhaps that's not totally true, there is some meaning an occasional message or two. Perhaps a lesson in my words for others to wake up to. Like a stopper behind an incredible force, words started flowing, I couldn't stop! My hand started cramping and my ink ran out, I finally gave up and what you are left with is this rant! ©K. Chun 7.4.14