Misery loves writer’s block (a poem about anger blocking my creativity)

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Staring at the screen

I contemplate where my misery was born

How it was conceived

Tight rings in my stomach

formed from the night before

He said, she said

I hit a blank wall

Neither white or black

no clear cut evidence

but a mere reflection in the mirror

This time I stare back at me

I release the burden in my hands

Forgiving

not forgetting

I finally move on