There Will Come A Time... Poem by Lubinda Lubinda

There will come a time
in every poet's life
when words eke slow-ly
from their pens
as if their ink were blood
dripping slow-ly
from an open wound!

It's in that eerie moment
of mental silence
that all the inspiration lights
in the poet's head
aren't shining bright
because, they've all gone dim
and it would seem
that the poet has lost
their ability to write!

Despite the fact that
it's a terrible plight
that may cause a terrible fright they must quickly learn
to use their pen as a knife
to cut out feelings of defeat
to be able to stand
or get back on their feet
and compose again!

In this game
one must simply choose
to persevere,
even though inspiration
isn't always there
lest they lose
their joy of writing!

Maybe, that is why
I always admire word smiths
because they never despair
because, they can tell
that the witch's spell
of 'writers block'
will not last forever
and for them
it's just a passing fad
and there will come an hour
when words will once again
flow like water from a mighty river!