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Hindered by something untouchable.
Struggling, grasping for the right phrase,
the right adjective, noun, or verb.
It's there on the tip of my tongue,
Crouching at the edge of my brain.
Can't seem to shake it, spit it out or swallow.
Roll it around, try to chew.
Nothing seems to help.
Pounding keys furiously
Words of nonsense and rubbish coat the screen.
It doesn't fit, doesn't work,
There's no flow, no heat.
No smooth release of thoughts to dialog.
Frustration running high,
Delete, backspace the mess,
Scratch and start again.
------ Jessica@Lit.Org or Jessicamg@gmail.com
~How vain it is to sit down and write when you have not stood up to live.~
Henry David Thoreau
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