Words appear on the page
like ink from a clogged nib,
dried, crusty impediments
to expressing thoughts and feelings.
The words lie stagnant, fetid,
mental and emotional constipation.
Unable to feel relief and release,
the mental block takes a physical toll,
the words stuck in the gut
like balls of lead.
The words must flow,
find new paths like a river
carving out the land and transforming it
into something new.
