The nugget of something

Is there

But in the act of putting it on the page

It disappears

No flare of wit or will

Nothing to separate

Me

From all the other people struggling to take bits of language and string them together in a way that is meaningful

Wavering in the face of the need to be

Decisive

Shadowed by all those

Names and Ideas and Prose that people

Praise

Writer’s block

Is simply the scorn of myself

Nothing that can’t be seen

In a mirror

The wall that rises up

Is my own self-doubt

Laughing at the preposterous notion

That I could ever be a writer

This is truly the enemy to my writing this week! Whatever you do, don’t let your own self-doubt or lack of belief hold you back. We all start somewhere.

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