I’m a writer, I’m a poet,

It’s a gift, they say, I know it!

Helps me fine tune all the voices

All the questions all the choices

Running through my busy brain:

Sorting crazy from the sane.

Helping me to find a way

When I’ve had a rubbish day.

 

But today the words won’t come.

Through my fingertips and thumb.

Tapping out a steady rhythm

Forming words into a vision

Giving shape to my emotions

When they feel as vast as oceans,

But today I’ve got to say;

I don’t know what to write. 

Okay?!