The words were locked away. In their room they wanted to stay. Katelyn was a saddened writer. She hunted down a new post like a hungry spider.
I hope you enjoyed my poem because it just makes me sad. The lines are all too true. I was a victim of writers block. So much suffering comes from this virus. It attacks you in a way that is unimaginable. Well if you’re a writer it does. Your livelihood is eaten away.
My wordpress goal is a post a week, but I used to write one every two days. I’ve lost my momentum. Going from every 2 days to 3 to even 4. I once felt like the master of my blog, but now it owned me.
A wall was in front of me and I hit it hard. There aren’t any scrapes or broken bones though. That would be too convenient. I could take a picture of my dismantled body and write a new story. Life wasn’t that kind to me though. All my wounds were invisible.
As my life force slipped away from me I found just enough strength to roll away from the wall. I couldn’t get up but I was still kicking. My attempts were worth it, but I was not yet healed. It will take some time, but I will get up again. Posts will come and I will return to my former state. I may even get better. I will be the writer I want to be.