Break it down..

Staring out of the window

At the world..

You a poet..

How can you see nothing?

Look at it..

The intricacies..

Of a very simple and normal life.

Abnormal in its expression.

You are sad?

Or worried perhaps?

Why don’t you look at the sky?

It always changes and is going to change you.

Your pen’s no more your friend?

And the papers seem like heavy slabs?

Close your eyes and

Breathe in deep...

Don’t meditate on nothingness..

You know it’s futile.

Concentrate on the flow..

The burst of energy through you..

Picture the blood of your words..

Painting the sheets a deep hue.

And giving you an even

Deeper warmth and love.

Feel that throb within you..

That kick starts you.

Never lets you down.

Feel the need in you.

Necessity is the mother of invention!

If that smouldering need in you

Needs to get fed..

You will start again.

Trust your self and forget

That you are blocked.

An obstruction is caused for

Someone to break through, right?

If you are a writer

And you write from your heart..

Believe me..

You are better than the best.

Calm your frenzied nerves..

And look down the empty fields..

They need a river to quench

Their thirst..

The fields need a loving owner..

And you are going to

Provide them.. That

And all they need.

For.. You are an artist.

An artist never falters..

Even in the 'block'.

I know, you are strong enough to knock it down...