Recently, I’ve had a severe case of writers’ block. While I’ve still been getting out some blogs, it’s been more difficult than ever for me to write in general.
Feeling the poetic itch
But not quite sure how to scratch it.
Do I write of my desire for a
Warm embrace that
Wraps me in complementary energy?
Shall I scratch it with my writings about
Wrestling with my evolving picture and
Understanding of black femininity?
Maybe I’ll use this new sense of calling
Or this fresh press toward preaching…
Perhaps the beauty of Love in
Her many beautiful manifestations,
Be it my dear sister friends,
The sky in the deep South at midnight,
Or the orgasmic taste of chocolate.
I could try penning the emotions
Evolving in my belly like a
Maturing fetus…
Or maybe the itch itself
Will suffer as the subject of
My soul’s next sonnet.
You may wonder what this has to do with love. For me, it’s about the fact that I love to write. Sometimes you have to press in the things you love. Just because writing is my passion doesn’t mean that it always comes naturally or easily. So I chose to write about writers' block, because it's the current place in which I find myself in my relationship with writing. Similarly, just because you love someone doesn’t mean that being in relationship will always be easy. Love takes work and discipline, so even when I’m racking my brain trying to figure out some words to put down on a piece of paper, it’s sometimes necessary to dig a little deeper or push a little harder when you’d rather not.
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