Blocked

Blank screen

looks reproachfully at me

You are a writer it says

So write

I rub stiff hands

Tender wrists

Sore knees

Knead knots in my back

Feel weight of mental fog

pushing down

suspending my thoughts

like bees in liquid amber

I’m blocked I retort

Too tired

Too much pain

Too fuzzy

Blank screen raises eyebrow

That never stopped you before

Are you having a pity party this morning? it asks

Or are you just avoiding something?

Damn screen

Who asked you anyway?

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

20 thoughts on “Blocked

      1. I so enjoy when I laugh at myself in writing. I think it’s some of my best work, but not everyone understands. I enjoyed this SO much because I related to it. X

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