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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
Copyright ©
Emily Midea
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