writers block had me stumped on the
couch with my thumb pressing the delete
button as far as it could go.
you had me scrambling for pens and
journals, my right hand freely grazing
line after line.
you had reignited the match,
giving me the spark to write once more.
you are something to write about.
YOU ARE READING
Bloom
PoetryI was a flower starting to wilt before you showed up and began watering my petals. © Christine Marie 2017
