Writer's Block©

To some, 

Words

Are as common as the World’s oceans,

A necessity of life

That sometimes brings more trouble than it’s worth.

To others, 

Words

Are the treasures they seek under the sea,

A priceless load of luxury and contentment

That beckons like a Siren’s call.

And despite the knowledge of it being a trap,

A lure meant to disorient, distract, and disconnect,

It’s impossible for some not to give in 

To the call

That only grows louder and louder 

As they get closer and closer

To the source. 

It’s easy to be drawn in,

To chase the feeling of warmth,

An embrace so lulling 

It eases all the worries. 

It’s easy to be dragged down,

Spiraling into an ocean

Of ideas, dreams, and discoveries. 

It’s easy to fall for the mirage

And relax in the slight reprieve it gives from 

Reality. 

But what happens, 

When someone, 

Who needs sustenance and sunlight and a breath,

Hits the bottom of the Ocean?

What happens,

When the light and the song

Die out. 

What happens,

When the Siren’s once warming embrace now feels

Cold?

Daunting.

Empty. 

All I want

Is to be able to feel the light and song again. 

All I want

Is to be able to bring back the clutter into my now eerily silent mind. 

All I want

Is to be able to think full, complete thoughts.

All I want 

Is to be able to hear my call of passion, of inspiration.

All I want, 

It is to be able to experience that moment of bliss

Where I’ve yet again fallen for the Siren’s calls 

And I can once again breathe,

Knowing I’ve found my treasure,

My art,

My purpose.