I thought I forgot how to write,
Like geez,
Those moments do happen,
Writer’s block,
Like I had something to say,
Then my mind just stopped,
My pen lost ink,
My pencil point broke,
My markers dried up,
And someone stole my crayons,
Like oh nooooo,
Okay the last thing was my kid,
Who colors outside the lines,
Letting her creativity bleed,
On amazing pages,
As I cannot,
Put words to rhyme,
As she tries to share a drink of her sippy cup,
For clearly she has the juice,
And I still have no clue,
What to do,
What to write,
Fighting against my might,
Trying to write,
Just something on a leaf,
A napkin,
A piece of scrap paper,
As my haters,
Are enjoying this moment,
Even though they can’t see me,
I feel lost,
Then I looked in front of me,
And the beauty of words unfolded,
From the struggle not knowing,
These words stringed together,
To form this art piece,
I share with you.