Writer’s block

Stuck

The feeling of pen on paper is home

I have the freedom to forge my own path

And roam

But lately, my head and heart aren’t in sync

And what gives me comfort

now gives me fear

Fear of judgement

Fear of vulnerability

It seems like

I am stuck

Stuck between caring too much

And letting it all fall through the cracks

You see

I have no problem sharing what has happened to me

Life has been cruel to many people

But sharing my thoughts?

My view of the world?

Of life?

I can’t think of anything more personal

So the pen halts in mid-air

And i let this battle go

But i have faith

Faith that creativity will flow through my veins once again

And when it does

I will welcome it with open arms

And the smile you give to an old friend