Breathe Poem by Carrick Taylor

Haven't wrote in a minute, it's been way too long.
The anxiety of this writer's block lingers and is way strong.
For whatever reason, no words are coming out.
It seems like I am choking, need relief from this drought.
I need to be drowned in the words that have proven to bring life.
The metaphors and similes that describe a world of pain and strife.
But also can describe the waves of constant change.
The work one may do not to feel strange.
The words that comfort me when nobody's around.
And easily turns my mood to happy, taking away my frown.
These words I have been without are daily motivation.
These words, more often than not, take me to a place of salvation.
Now that I have finally bounced back and the words are flowing so free.
No longer do I feel smothered by this crazy block. Now I can breathe.