Writer’s Block

My heart was Scraped Against The sides of My dry mind

Salve is Within Reach - Do I Deserve Relief?

The cool Mixture is Forgiveness Swaddled in Well-worn books

Happy little trees Are born in The background

Rubbing on The ointment Is like swallowing A whale pill - My ego Shatters As it dissolves

An unsure Smile Creeps To the surface

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