The sun shone, but
words could not move,
thoughts could not move --
inner world frozen solid.
Tears flowed over the impenetrable granite,
tears because I was stuck
(worse than any writer's block)
and could not write my way
out of that miserable, miserable place.
Should I have cried "Help!"?
"Help, I cannot write!"?
Absurd --
and yet, not really,
because something more than my writing
was stuck.
I was.
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