Writer’s Block
Okay life just got hard, crazy hard
My hands are poised over the keyboard
And nothing will come out
Why can’t life be more like poetry
All I want to do is talk myself into circles
Climb through a jungle of metaphors
Stare down the idea of perfection
Until it can no longer stand tall
I want to choose my words
For me, not for an evil red pen
I can’t take this structure
Any longer, I need to break through
I want to imagine this cell away
The bars no longer hold me hostage
I can’t live the life they want me to
My strengths can’t lift the weights
They place in my path
No matter how hard I struggle
They simply won’t budge
Why can’t writing be more like poetry
Words shouldn't fit in a box
But spread their wings and fly
High above the fences and expectations
How do I conquer this block
Do I even want to stumble over it
Probably not, then I would have
No more camouflage to hide behind
I would be forced to stand nose to nose
With a certain overarching fear
Of failing
Of never being good enough to
Achieve that perfect mark
I mean what’s the point of trying
If the statistics point to failure
Why can’t the words flow the same way
Aubrianna Hockett
