Writer's Block

I want to start –

I just don’t know where.

I ask for patience

And wait for the clouds

To clear and

Leave room in the sky

For stars.

Quickly, they multiply,

A constellation takes shape,

But connect the dots, I can’t,

And, somewhere,

All meaning is lost.

I close my eyes and

Search through the corners

Of my mind,

I open every door and

Walk past fear –

I even encounter pride,

But shut her out –

Until I find it,

A memory.

I reach for it,

And hold on tight,

Until my hand begins

To trace it with my pen.

But the image, it changes

When paper it meets,

For time has altered

My perception.

But the past is the past,

And it can’t be changed,

So the paper, I discard,

And back to the start

I go...

This time,

I keep my eyes open,

No matter how long

I have to wait.