Writer's block
Is only fear
Of the vast expanse
On an empty page
Thousands of words
Images and thoughts
Trapped inside your head
Let one out on the page
It doesn’t matter
Which
Word or image or thought
One will follow another
And another after that
Making shapes
Filling pages
Shading
Fading
Trading
Forming an arc
A poem
A painting
A song
If only the artist
Stops standing in the way
Of his own gift
And lets it flow
And lets it go
From the head
To the page
To the eyes
To the ears
To the heart
Just let it go
Just let it flow
Close your eyes and jump
Maybe you’ll fall
Maybe you’ll soar
You’ll never know
Unless you let go
The fear
And jump
Of the vast expanse
On an empty page
Thousands of words
Images and thoughts
Trapped inside your head
Let one out on the page
It doesn’t matter
Which
Word or image or thought
One will follow another
And another after that
Making shapes
Filling pages
Shading
Fading
Trading
Forming an arc
A poem
A painting
A song
If only the artist
Stops standing in the way
Of his own gift
And lets it flow
And lets it go
From the head
To the page
To the eyes
To the ears
To the heart
Just let it go
Just let it flow
Close your eyes and jump
Maybe you’ll fall
Maybe you’ll soar
You’ll never know
Unless you let go
The fear
And jump

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