Snaps of the Soul

I can't smile

Her finger circles the rim of her coffee cup
As she looks at the blank sheet in front of her,
Waiting to feel the magic of her words.

Her hand clenches and unclenches around her pen,
As she comes up with, and simultaneously, dismisses
Any ideas she might have.

The sound of the pen clicking fills the room,
And minutes go by;
The cup is now empty for the second time.

The blank sheet,
Is now filled with crosses and strikes – expressing,
The mind of a frustrated writer, devoid of a smile.

Her grip on the pen tightens,
the nib pressed against the sheet, and
She wills her mind to create something, anything.

The sun slowly slips away and under,
Hours have gone by;
Countless failed attempts clutter the room.

Tears pool in her eyes, as
Fear holds her captive in its vice-like grip,
Telling her she'll never write again.

Her agonised scream fills the air,
Accompanied by the sound of glass
shattering against the wall.

As the broken glass pieces shower down
Over the crumpled balls of paper,
Her mind awakens, and whispers...
"Isn't that a beautiful mess?"

Her eyes light up as she rushes back,
And the more she writes,
The more glass pieces she scoops up.

As she holds the finished work in her hands,
Her eyes beam with joy, and she smiles.
A smile so fragile, yet exquisitely beautiful like glass.

As the fear subsides, her heart comes alive
With the realisation that one has to get worse,
Before one can even start to get better.

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Hey guys!!
Long time, ik.
I've been going through such a huge , drawn out, uninspired phase due to all the sitting around inside. My mind's seriously rotting away. I need sunshine lol.
Kay so, this one's about writer's block (situational much? Yeah ik 😂) and how writer's block makes a person feel .
Please do comment your thoughts!

Constructive criticism is welcome ❤️✨

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Yours,
Mejo