writer’s block

when your mind is empty

and there’s no word coming out

your fingers lingered on the keyboards

like sleepy bees to a California poppy

you wanted to taste the honey

but too tired to move or think

your brain is telling you,

the moment you stopped writing

that’s when you stopped existing

so you got up, pulled out the chair

organised the desk, drank some coffee

and start living.

t.l.

where has my motivation gone?