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

11 comments

  1. OMG, Christine! This was just Amazingly Stunning! I so loved the whole topic, concept and your wonderful (as usual) execution!! I’m so glad to learn that I’m not the only one that hears voices, from the screen and other places and sources!! Don’t you hate it, not only that they are poking you about writing, but being a smartass about it too??? So Delightful!!! Bellissimo, Christine, Bellissimo!
    xoxo

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