Misery loves writer’s block (a poem about anger blocking my creativity)
1 min readOct 9, 2017
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
