About My Writers Block Poem by Carrie Kath

Rome wasn't built in a day as we're all told

I'm looking at a rainbow, searching for that pot of gold

My angels are with me, I feel them every step of the day

Some like to smother me; So I kindly ask them to go astray

We all have problems, nobody is perfect.
Sometimes we have to decipher; is this really worth it?

Worth your happiness, worth your time
Like, here, right now, worth a rhyme?

If you've gotten this far, I've caught your attention
No sign of guilt, deceit or dimension?

Good, I'm glad if you're still reading my write

Because I love to lift spirits; I dislike spite

Nothing nice to say, don't say it at all

I've got lots of things to say; But how to say them in all
frequencies, wavelengths, sound check, one, two

I write for me, but I write for you

redundant? probably
probably problematic

like taking your laundry out of the dryer and oooh, static

I've had writers block for years and months, I watch them go by

and I sit with this pen and pad and now I know why

I know why i've been flustered and in a huff for so long
You don't need to know these things so I'll end in a song

There's a million ways to get your frustrations out
No longer fill your heart, with all of that doubt
You're just fine being who you are
You're just great, the way you are
Don't let anyone tell you who to be
Love yourself first, It's what, I, long, to, see