Writer's Block: A Short Poem

By: Ishita Khambete

I sat in front of my computer,
staring at a blank page.

My words seemed to disappear,
my mind turning from a bustling city to a ghost town.

I could feel time slipping away from me,
and it scared me.

When I went to type, I hesitated,
my mind unsure what to convey.

I couldn’t figure out what to say,
what would be good.

And when I knew what to say,
I couldn’t figure out how to say it.

And when I figured out how to say it,
I wouldn’t say it.

And I would tell myself
that to not say something was to restrain myself.

So whatever I had to say,
I said it.

After all,
​why let the block stop you when you can write?