Nothing to Say

Shackles of their own,

The most frustrating ones of all,

I need this but I’m bound to stone,

Futility claiming my calls.

I long to be free,

Yet ahead I see no light,

I know something will come to me,

I'll strive for patience until I write.

Pen to paper, anticipation,

Still nothing comes to mind,

I let ink trail in desperation,

Will writing about the block help leave it behind?