I’m wondering how the words ever came.

How I wrote anything down at all.

Was that even me?

Who always found a way.


My mind won’t help me out.

There’s nothing in my head.

Not a single idea.

To start me off.

Not a line that I help grow.


Perhaps I’ll never write again.

For some a blessed relief.

But for me a gaping hole.

That leaves me sinking fast.


Without the words to guide me home.

I’m lost and all alone.

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